Lazy lazy teachers

So it's the last week of school, today being the last day for most of them I think. Anyways, as everybody knows, the last week of school = a complete joke, comprising mostly of french language speeling bees and games of hangman. And of course, trips to the local icecream parlor. Yay! So, with all the planning that must go into these trips, printing permission slips, sending them home, telling all the parents to send moeny with their kids and all that, you'd think that at least one of the teachers would phone the icecream place to make sure they can handle a sudden barage of 80 tweens. It's really not that hard! We'd know that people were coming, and we could have had extra people working. Instead at the absolute busiest time of day, when all the office workers are wrapped half way around the store as we try to rush their subs through the oven, I hear a wall of noise come through the doors... and we = pooched.
So that's what the lazy teachers do. My Dad actually drove to St John last saturday to check out places to eat after going swimming there. Stupid lazy teachers...