I survived the last two hours of our charter bus ride home from the mountains with 42 seventh graders by listening to a lot of non-classroom-appropriate music on my headphones.
I don’t really know why that helped. Also, the glazed look in my eyes here is not an attempt to look dreamy or wistful. It’s the deepest form of tiredness.
But what a good three days it was: crisp Fall air, mountains, hiking, and camp.