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End-of-Year Blunders

The end of the school year is full of wonderful memories: pool parties, yearbooks being signed, students crying and hugging as they say goodbye to each other, awards being given. Yes, it's a wonderful time, the end of the year; but alas, there is a dark side to it, too. It is during moments like these that teachers become tired and less focused and, as a result, do some stupid things. Here, then, is a short list of stupid things I did as the year wound down.

*At promotion, in front of hundreds, I could not find the award to give to the student I chose. It was in the front of the box where all the awards were, but I skipped over it. It was in the same place last year, and the year before that, and before that. The students laughed. I smiled. Fun was had by all.

*At an end-of-year pool party, I said hello to a former student with the words, "Hello, Emily" (her name is Hannah). The worst part is that I didn't figure this out until that night.

*Today, after getting my haircut, the owner thanked me for attending her son's graduation (he is a former student, too). I responded, "I went to support all my former students," essentially saying, "Oh, I didn't really go to see your son."

*We didn't paint the sidewalk. We were supposed to paint the sidewalk.

*I forgot to tell the new student council what positions they will be in next year.

I think the thing that comforts me the most is that I know I will do these things again next year!

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