Best. Year. Ever.

Can I get a Woot! Woot! for summer vacation? I'm on it right now.

Woot! Woot!

Sorry, I don't mean to rub it in. I can be mean sometimes.

I just came off of my Best. Year. Ever.

No lie. I had such an amazing class and we had so much fun, that you would think that maybe I didn't want it to end. And even though I'm crazy, I'm not that crazy because I loooooooove me a good summer vacation.

I will miss all of my little monster peeps though. Smooches, monsters!

This little cartoon was given to me by one of my students, Harrison, with a heartfelt request to post it on my blog. Don't worry, I made him get a signed note from his mom that it was okay for me to exploit him on the Internet.

If it makes me famous, I promise to share the profits with Harrison 50/50.

I'm sure that Harrison has been checking my blog daily since school got out, and turning away dejected, because his cartoon wasn't up yet. I can just see his wasted-on-a-boy, long, silky eyelashes fluttering in disappointment.

And I apologize for that, Harrison. I was busy sitting on my couch, drooling and telling myself "I should really get up and put Harrison's comic up."

It's a well-known phenomenon known as the End-of-the-School-Year Crash and Burn. It happens to teachers and college students the world over. Your body goes into shock from the abrupt change of schedule, and you either turn into an unsightly bowl of Jell-O, or you get a burning in your belly that makes you very twitchy and causes you to go on a massive cleaning and clutter purging spree. Last year I did the twitchy thing, this year the Jell-O thing.

I like to mix things up.

Anyway, here's Harrison's cartoon, complete with my unsolicited commentary. I'm sure he'll love that part.

I think this is a little dig at my "No airborne objects" in the classroom rule. I tell the kids on the first day of school that my classroom is a No-Fly Zone and there will be no airborne objects EVER. I then go on to explain that I am Air Traffic Control and they must ask for clearance before take off.

Air Traffic Control always says no.

I became a teacher so I can boss people around.

Don't touch it, you'll be sorry . . .

Consequences . . . stink.

Notice my lack of segmented insect body. I didn't like the results from that plan, so I switched to the Shapeless Skeletor plan. It makes my hair look like it has more body, don't you think?

Watch out, I'm wearing my Angry Eyebrows.

I love winning. It makes me happy.

I know this one is a dig. I'm always harping on the kids to watch their units, because if I ever hear of them crashing a satellite when they are scientists, I will come to their house and have strong words with them.

Americans and their stubborn refusal to embrace the metric system. 

Harrison loves Accelerated Math. I think I'll mail him a little summer math packet. Ugly long division with irrational numbers. 

He'll be so happy.