We started the day (as in right after roll) with a final fire drill. All the eighth-grade students went to the area by the basketball courts and lined up as always. Almost. The difference was immediately visible: only about a third of the students were there today.
After spending a little time outside, I had kids help me pack up all my books, which I have to do every single year, which is really a pain.
And we also said goodbye to a kid who changed everyone’s life on the eight-grade hall for the better.
