End of the year There is a very specific kind of suffering reserved for the last month of school. Students feel it. Teachers feel it. Even the clock on the wall seems like it’s lost the will to keep going. Lessons that worked in October now land like a paper airplane with no wings. Attention spans shrink. Motivation disappears. And somehow, every class period feels longer than the one before it. So there I was—standing in front of a Theology class, fully aware that whatever