The end is near comes the mournful cry of teachers everywhere. The footsteps of summer vacation are fading and the incessant tones of Back to the Grind plays like a dirge. How can summers fade quicker than my cheap Walmart t-shirts? People ask, innocently enough, are you ready to go back? In a word... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Am I perhaps too melodramatic? Allow me to answer my own question with a question. Is trading in paradise for tares a good trade? But, alas... put on a happy face, right?
