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Another day of nothing, it would seem. Why the district makes us go these last days, we'll never know. Well, we know -- it's the law. But it's always a little strange. Still, the kids enjoy just getting to hang out with each other.
They play games.

They sign shirts.

And they just hang out together.

Class numbers are low; the kids who are there are always the calm, sweet ones. Why not just let them be and revel in their youth?




The kids have only three more days of school: today was one of the two last full days because the final days are half days. Feed them lunch and get them out -- that's all that has to occur for the day to count, lunch. Everyone got their yearbooks today, so they spent most of the day signing each other's yearbooks.
Naturally, several students asked me to sign their yearbooks. In the past, I made it easy on myself and kept with my dad-joke persona: I'd ask, "What do you want me to write?" and write whatever they said.
"I don't know. Something nice." Into the yearbook goes I don't know. Something nice.
This year, I decided not to do that. It's easy, and it's fun to see the kids' reactions, but this time, I thought about what I wanted to say to each kid who asked.
It was hard for some of them
Some of the things I wanted to say might not be the greatest thing to write in a yearbook. Not that they were negative, but so many kids sell themselves so short, so many kids who never really worked to their full potential because they didn't even see their full potential. I sat and pondered for a bit, coming up with something positive and encouraging for everyone, but it wasn't always easy or automatic.
Except for some kids.
We're not supposed to have favorites, I know, and I really don't feel like I do, but there are some kids that are just easier to work with, are just simpler to help reach their potential, are just more relaxed. More blessed some might say.

We decided today to visit Greenville's newest park: Unity Park. According to the website,
Greenville’s newest park features four state-of-the-art playgrounds, including a 4,100-square-foot splash pad, two expansive green spaces, covered picnic tables and a 10,000-square-foot welcome center with restrooms, a first-aid station and flexible event space. The 60-acre park also features basketball courts and a historic baseball field located on the site of the former Mayberry Park, which was built in 1925.
Unity Park Site
E and I rode our bikes by it on our last trip on the Swamp Rabbit trail, but it was still under construction at that point.









After exploring the new park for a while, we walked downtown to the tried and true Reedy River Park.










An overall lovely day.
It's the end of the school year, and that can only mean one thing for my English I students: letters to next year's students.
"Make a little nervous," say to them with a smile. "Impress them with your writing, and don't lie -- but scare them just a bit, too."
Here are some of my favorite quotes from this year's letters:
The Girl has her second job: this time, she's working at Dairy Queen. I guess there's a certain continuity with last summer's job at Culver's, but only vaguely.
When she was applying for the job, I suggested that she shouldn't leave the reference section empty.
"They're so desperate for workers," she explained, "that it doesn't matter." I recommended that she reconsidered; she didn't. She got the job.
It helped that she did have experience, though, that she could go straight to work, that she knew how to work a register. The first day on the job, they put her behind a register and got her working with almost no immediate training.

The other afternoon, our family friends went through the drive-thru to get a little snack. L didn't realize it was them until they pulled up.
This is now one of my favorite pictures of her.