Last day, at last!
It may have felt like it would never arrive. But it is here.
New York City teachers (and paras, secretaries, counselors, and others), we are here.
We got cheated into an extra sweltering late June day. Friday should have been it, but they brought us right to the bitter end. But, getting here, it’s sweet.
Hand out those report cards. Say those goodbyes.
And go. Go have a drink. Or sit in the park, in the shade. Go on vacation. Or go get errands done. Go work, if that’s what you choose to do (although I don’t get why you would make that choice).
But go! Go do what you choose. Because your time, finally, belongs to you.