On the beach you'll find them there...

I'll be honest, my favorite thing about being a teacher is June & July. (Not August, cause that means back to work). But it takes a lot of rest/relaxation/adult beverages to clear my mind of the previous year's shenanigans.

This week, I traded my desk for a nice sandy beach.

kids running down the hall, for a kid running in the surf.

collecting homework papers for collecting sea shells.

juvenile behavior for, well, juvenile behavior.

And cheesy lectures for cheesy pictures.

These are the memories that get me through September and October and convince me I can survive another year. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a frozen drink calling my name and a mini golf championship to win.