I'm down to a dozen days of school remaining. Not a freaky baker's dozen, from a dough-kneader who can't count on his fingers and big toes. A regular dozen. One-twelfth of a gross.
Two days of duty remain. And a rush of testing, book-collecting, paper penny bridges, straw towers, egg-drop contests, inventory, room-cleaning, the stowing of valuables, awards assemblies, incentive days, honors banquets, cooks' choice lunch menus, graduation ceremonies, and any other duties as needed that may not be enumerated in my contract.
It's the best time of the school year!