They're coming!

They're coming! Like or not, whether I want them to or not... they're coming. Their arrival is as inevitable as the snows of winter or the rains in the spring. Tomorrow morning at 8:15 a hoard of fourth graders will come bustling through my door. They will be full of spit and vinegar and ready to challenge my authority at every turn. But don't worry, I'm up to the challenge. I'm an old timer and I've seen every trick in the book. Let's do this. Rock and roll!