Goodness, the end of the school year us coming right up.

We had the first of two days of parent-teacher conferences today. Ms. Lead Teacher cried a bit during the conferences with the parents of our graduating sixth graders-- "They've grown so much! They're going to do so well next year! I'll miss them so much!" I passed her a tissue or two. She's a funny one.

Tomorrow is a conference day, too, and Monday is Memorial Day, so I won't see my darling students again until Tuesday. After getting through next week, the Monday of June 3rd kicks off our final week. The final week holds such tantalizing events as graduation, the elementary talent show, an in-school dance party or two, and the elementary picnic. Basically, we're not really in school that last week. So, really, we only have a week of school left before we're just trying to keep them from combusting from excitement. Bring it on.

Of course, I have two weeks of work after we release the kids from the regular school year, but I'm pretending that those weeks don't exist. (The first week is a teacher work week. The second is a week-long day camp about plants that I'm co-teaching.)

I'm itching to sweat, wear shorts, and walk all over the place. I'm vaguely trying to drop a couple pounds that I seem to have put on over the winter, but I suspect that walking lots and maybe farming some should take care of that without my having to think about it much

I might be fending off boredom in Chimacum, WA for a few days a week in July. I decided to be proactive about my boredom battle, so I sent an email to a farm there about working during those days. It's a cute little bed and breakfast/farm with a couple dogs, a few goats, lots of chickens, and website that screams "I have almost no pictures because I was designed in a place with slow internet." Maybe I'll learn about chickens and goats and plants and stuff.

Summer, summer, summer. I am ready for you.