Summer break

The school year is closing in on its final days, like the breaths of a dying man. Yet instead of mourning, lamenting and pain a sense of mirth edges and brims its way loose from the windows and doors of the property.

The backpack laddened child chomps at the bit, paces the class room, glances at the clock on the wall as the toll of each minute passing represents a state of academic parole…a three month reprieve which invite pure jovial folly to stare into the classroom.

Soon, very soon the bell will ring, the children will all sing the praises of the freedom by clanging lockers loudly one last time, smiling all the way to the exit signs ready to engage mischief, sleeping in and games in be street…everyone except for the faithful few beginning a chapter of dismal summer school.

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