It was the last day of school, a work day for teachers. That usually entails that our classrooms are packed up for the summer and we have returned all borrowed materials to the book room or the library, cleared all debts with the front office, and turned in our lesson plan books and student grades to the principal or her designee. Teachers usually start preparing for this big day a month or so in advance; after all, it is a tremendous amount of work to get done in one 8-hour day. Most principals I worked for did not keep the teachers past noon, though the work day is a paid contract day. It makes up marginally for all the hours and weekends teachers spend throughout the school year doing work on their own time. By the time I had cleared my room and locked it for the last time, it was close to eleven. I started my “stations of the cross,” going from one to another getting the mandatory initials on my checkout list – the librarian, my department chair, the front desk, etc. I w