I’ve probably told you this before:
Fred pushed the snooze button and pulled the blankets over his head. He heard a voice, muffled by the covers, calling to him.
“Fred! You have to get up. You’ll be late for school.”
Fred peeked out at the pre-dawn darkness. “I don’t want to go.”
“Don’t be silly, Fred. You have to go.”
“No! All the teachers hate me and all the students make fun of me. Why do I have to go?”
“Because, dear, you’re 50 years old and you’re the principal….”
Teachers in my district return to work tomorrow and students go back to class next week. Wish me luck!

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