In my case, the trigger was our last field trip of the year (thereby bitterly ending my two-year streak of not actually throwing up on a field trip). Despite leaving school for the comforts of toothbrush, clean clothes, and a dark room the moment the kids left for the day, Friday brought few improvements.
Luckily, the day itself promised relative ease. My Resident teacher was celebrating her graduation, so it was imperative to take advantage of her absence by having the kids revise and publish their books about her. (This is a process of several hours, since they have to draw illustrations rather than sketch them, print their work out neatly, and make covers. I also pull out the best of our decorative materials, because this is Kindergarten and we have
(I did slightly lengthen the process by providing black construction paper, Gel F(x) markers, and my personal collection of gel pens for cover art. "Fine motor development!" I assured myself while swallowing another dose of Dramamine. "Far more academic than a last-minute sub day!" I added stoutly as a student walked by, face sparkling with the addition of stick-on rhinestones. But since their books are involved creations with eight or more sentences, dialogue, sound effects, and besides it's the end of the year, I didn't feel like I had doomed them to failure by enabling their artistic impulses.)
It was also the end of the year talent show. With over twenty acts, we had to make our way to the cafgymetorium early in the afternoon. As the kids lined up to go, they realized that they were not performing. They were shocked. I explained that we had a bigger performance coming up (at promograduation in two weeks) and that we had not prepared anything. The class was not appeased, but has a lot of good problem-solvers, one of whom suggested that they sing their "Oviparous and Viviparous Animals" song. I introduced the concept of a program and, with great if manufactured regret noted that we could not be added to the list of performers.
The class loudly and resentfully sang the song all the way to the cafeteria, although once we got there they became excited to see the bigger kids perform. Alas, we have nine acts to go on Monday, so I may get to have this discussion again.