CSotD: Sweet Sorrow
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At least Cul de Sac's Miss Bliss, dotty as she might be, has always projected some affection for the kids.
What was really strange were the teachers who harangued you all year long and then went soft and squishy on the last day. Were they visited by three spirits the night before school ended?
And things seem to have gotten just as strange with the kids, unless my hometown was full of very undemonstrative people: I've done enough "last day of school" coverage to see a lot of kids crying as they leave school on the last day — mostly girls in fifth or sixth grade, and not because they'll be going to a new school in the fall. They're crying because … I actually don't know why they're crying.
In our rural district, there might have been some reason for tears, because some of us lived 30 miles or more from each other and we sure weren't going to see each other until school started up again. I don't think we gave it a thought — school ended on a particular day and that was how it was. We'd be back soon enough.
By which time, the teachers would have gotten over their odd bursts of grandmotherliness.
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