A perfect school year ending:

To another and to another I say goodbye. "Have a great summer" and "good luck next year" they all say. Then back in all our minds we all say "Goodbye, I love you, I'll cherish these memories always." Tears come to some eyes as they board the bus and walk away, some knowing they will never see them again. As the busses start and pull away, the once populated place becomes deserted and quiet. With a sigh of relief, the teachers gather their things and walk out the door briging memories of joy and frustration along with them. The lights go off, and the doors get locked. As each one departs they wave a goodbye and farewell to each other in a job well done. They survived another year, and have the stress markes to prove it. And so the year ends and soon another to begin, starting the tiring grousome work of getting up on the morning, getting dressed and catching the bus. For some of us, the time was short, then for others, way to long!.