I got my first bite Saturday night (I think). It's one of those irksome ones, right on my foot. I'm not in any fear for survival. It's just sort of like a rite--receiving the first one of summer.
As for lasts, today is my last Monday of the school year and I like the feeling. I have piles of writer's notebooks to grade and I need to finish creating their poetry test, but I don't have much to do other than that. So I must off and get going on the test and notebook grading.
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