The Final Countdown

You know…that song, when it came out in the 80s was badass. It has been coopted by so many different things that I don’t enjoy it like I once did. This morning when I was driving into school the DJ on the radio was taking requests and a woman called in, choosing this song, and explaining that today is the beginning of the last nine weeks of this school year…and that she was a teacher.

I understand the sentiment, of course I do, but more often than not I don’t celebrate the ending of a school year. I actually love my job, and I can’t do that job during summer break. On the other hand, this crazy-ass year can just keep on moving and I don’t even care if the door hits it on the way out. I still marvel at the way this draggy year could have gone by so fast.

Coming off of a low-key Spring Break (spent the whole enchilada with Mom in San Antonio, eating carry-out “Internationally”), I watched the news for the first time this morning and was dismayed by the images of Spring Break around the country. Is this natural selection at work? Is today’s title foretelling something more sinister because of the relative stupidity of humanity? It makes me want to curl up under a blanket and binge watch NCIS so I don’t have to see it all. It’s like watching a horror movie as the characters get ready to go into the basement. You KNOW bad stuff is going to happen because of the hapless choices being made…and even if you shout at the screen, it won’t change anything.

Heaven help us.