(I’m an 8th grade math teacher.) About a week and a half remaining. It’s like, Y’all are precious to me, but don’t let the door hit you on the booty on the way out. I am not a gardener, but I always imagined I’d plant flowers and enjoy them for a season, then pull them out and plant new ones. I love you. Now, get the hell out.

F R I D A Y ! !