SPRING VACATION IS ALMOST OVER

And time is starting to drag.

Did I just write that?

And just when you want to get back to work you remember the school on Chicago's far Southside where you had to go into the girl's bathroom before you let any of your girls use it to make sure no man was hiding inside.

You remember crossing the street to ask the teenagers to stop putting their hands in one of your student's pants.

You remember the teacher next door who lost it and started throwing furniture out of the second floor window.

You remember the teacher who slammed a child's face against a desk so hard, the boy's nose broke.

You remember parents coming to get their children early because of rumors of a major gang fight.

You remember that fight.

You remember trying to get your students away from that fight.

You remember.

Hey, it's Thursday. Four more days before school starts up again.

I think I'll take a nap,