My first year was also the first year for that particular principal. He had his faults, but that man knew how to close down a school. When we re-entered the building for the inevitable faculty meeting and room clean up and paperwork marathon, we were greeted by the strains of the Hallelujah Chorus played full blast over the PA system. The windows of the building actually rattled. Teachers danced up and down the hallways. I think we were shouting because everyone’s mouths were open, but we couldn’t hear anything except that glorious music.
It was the best school closing I have ever, ever been through.
Sure beat’s Hobo Teacher’s last day this year.
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