No more teachers, no more books

The last day of school.

There isn't a sweeter date on the calendar when you're in elementary school.

It was true when I was that age many, many moons ago, and it is still true today.

Seeing the gleeful faces of our Manatee County fourth- and fifth-graders tells you so.

Not that middle school students don't revel in it.

Or high schoolers, for that matter.

It's just that they'll all get bored soon.

Like Monday.

Grade schoolers won't. Or shouldn't.

The way I remember  it, summer seemed like it was going to  last forever and you had nothing to do but enjoy it.

Swimming. Playing baseball. Going to "the country."

OK, so there were some chores to do.

But it wasn't like you had to get a job. That's high school.

Oh, to be a 10-year-old boy again on the last day of school.

What a feeling.

No more teachers, no more books.

They  have to be among the most welcome words in the English language.

Or any language.