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A nice quiet end to this week, a week in which I had to visit with each faculty member and have 'that talk' about more structure, not less at the end of the school year, a peaceful Friday afternoon until...I hear screaming from the Boys' Restroom down the hall.  Isn't there an old Ray Stevens song about "The Day the Squirrel Came to Church"?  Well, today the chipmunk came to school...

"Teacher, why did you purchase that hammer at Ace Hardware instead of Western Auto?"

All this healthful discussion took place while consuming an assortment of breakfast sandwiches, burritos, lots of Senior Coffees and, of course, Arnie's morning standard - a hot fudge sundae.
 

Ah, so often that's how it is with the fallen man.  "I hope nobody saw me."  As if that somehow changes the fact that we have fallen...again.