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It officially started last night at 9:27 as I headed into bed.
"So, you'll be home about a quarter 'til?"
"Yep." Just like every other Friday from mid-April to mid-October.
The minute hand on the clock will creep ever so slowly towards the final bell. I will count the minutes left at the end of each period. But finally, school will be over and I can finally go home. And of course, I will have to wait for my husband, who really is the slowest man alive. The minute hand on my clock at home will come to a complete stop while waiting for him to get home from work. There will be the interminable explanations about why he is late and all I want to say is, "GET THE CAR LOADED! IT'S LAKE TIME!"