I've invited the methods class to my home for our final. My Mom took advantage of the opportunity to make many kinds of treats, which she likes doing but is a waste to do when I'm the only one around, since I don't eat sweets very much. Well, peppermint, but who bakes peppermint?

We'll have a good time and share final collections of thinking--I have something prepared myself--and they will leave.

Then I will go to the choir end-of-year party. I will cook a brat (that's bratwurst to any worriers in cyber-land--real brats probably won't attend) and share triumphs--and I will leave.

Hereafter the school year is endless hours bent over my desk with collections of papers.