OMG! How much longer till summer?

Field Day was a success, pretty much.  We only had three issues:  a fight, a kid with tobacco and one with alcohol.  There were some kids playing dice in the boy's bathroom, but I couldn't get in there to catch them.  I almost got out of having to get in the dunking booth, but some students, apparently, were saving all their tickets for when I went in.  So, after listening to them moan about how unfair it was that I wasn't getting in, I got in. The water looked like they got it out of the river, complete with smell.  I REALLY didn't want to go in.  The seat didn't drop all the way, so when you went in, you got caught on the edge of the seat which snagged your leg.  All I could think about was that person who got the flesh-eating bacteria in the water in Georgia.  Luckily, out of the twenty or so who wanted to dunk me, only about six succeeded.  One kid - not even one of my students - ran up and just pushed the target, dunking me.  The kid got three days after school detention and didn't even know me!  My reputation must be spreading like wildfire.  Afterward, I went to change and when I got back they were all in the cafeteria eating lunch. I don't know where all the teachers went, though, because there was only one teacher in the cafeteria when I got there.  After lunch, the talent show began.  You know, it is amazing that some of the kids you think have absolutely nothing going for them, end up being the most talented.  I heard some kids sing better than anything I've heard before.  A group of kids did a play about temptation that gave me goose bumps.  Of course, right after that, a student ran into the bathroom.  After a while of her not coming out, I went in.  Apparently, the play made her suicidal.  I let her tell me her story, then discussed the fact that what she was going through right now was only temporary, and in a few years, she will be able to stand on her own and pick her life.  She could do anything:  travel the world, heal the sick, create a new website.  I told her that the guilt she feels for what her dad is doing is useless.  It won't change his behavior and she has to realize that, as hard as it is to face, we can't help those who don't want help.  Sometimes all we can do is advise and then stand back and watch them screw up anyway.  Feeling guilty for what someone else does is counter-productive. I told her that instead, she should focus on her future.  Look up the college she wants to go to online and see what courses they offer.  Determine what classes she should take next year to help her be prepared for the classes she will have to take in college.  I think it helped, but when I noticed where she had stuck a pencil point into her wrist, I took her to the guidance counselor.  She did tell me that she was glad I had come in to check on her and not someone else.  Maybe I helped.  Got home around 4ish, exhausted and sunburned.  Thank goodness it's Friday!