End of the School Year

It's the middle of May and the natives are beyond restless. The students in my classes who were sitting for the AP exam were finished with me and my class the minute the testing period was over. The good news is that they all seemed to think the exam was easy...they felt prepared. Hope that's true and not just their tendency to be overconfident talking.
I assigned a project to all my classes and made it due on the day after prom. They are all whining and carrying on like infants about that. They think that the Monday after prom is a national holiday.
Speaking of the prom...I have to chaperone this year for the first time. I'm all set with my "prom dress", if it will still fit. I've been eating like a starving person for days, no make that weeks.
I saw some pictures from the MP's first birthday party and the pictures don't lie....grandmom is a chubette. So, I may look like ten pounds of meat in a five pound package when I get to the big dance.
Thank the good Lord it's only at the civic center and I don't have to go downtown to the Hyatt. The concern of the other adults involved is the behavior on the dance floor. I say that problem is easily solved. If they don't want horney teenagers simulating sex acts on the dance floor, turn off the music and turn on the lights just as soon as you spot the first "dirty dancers". Call the parents of the offending couple and have them picked up at the door. Then for good measure, don't let them "walk" at graduation. I guarantee that the class of 2010 would be so appropriate at their prom, it would look like a Baptist social.
Why is it that the people in charge of the decision making don't seem to possess the key ingredient: common sense? They take up text books before final exams even start. They schedule things like bus evacuation drills when most of the district's busses are tied up with field trips. They don't seem to grasp the concept of the carrot or the stick and that the biggest carrot they have is the almighty parking space.
When I'm Queen of the Universe, some of this stuff is going to be straigtened out once and for all.
Beginning with getting those project graduation volunteer moms out of the teachers' lunchroom.