Your last school day is finally here; the day you've been praying for.

But, as you might expect, I have one last message before you head out the door.

I've really had fun, and I'll miss you all. I hope you've enjoyed these two years.

Now that you're headed to Middle School, I let you in on one of my fears.

Deep down in my heart, I know you're all good, but you do like to sometimes play games.

And I know next year, whatever goes wrong, I will be getting the blame!

"Honest, Mr. Mac didn't teach us these things!" "We didn't learn how to add or subtract!"

"My teacher in elementary school said there's no such thing as basic Math facts."

"American History? We didn't do that last year. Abe Lincoln? Did he invent the car?"

"Mr. Mac said the sun was a giant firefly. Now you tells us it's really a star?"

"Introductions and conclusions? What are those? We didn't have to do that in 5th grade."

"What do you mean Spelling counts? It didn't before!" "Read? No, we watched movies and played."

Every little mistake that you make (let's be honest, the bigger ones too),

won't be YOUR fault. You're going to blame every one of them on you-know-who.

"Honest, Mr. middle-school teacher, Mr. Mac never taught us about that!"

"Mr. McInerney always told us it doesn't matter how we do on FCAT!"

So go ahead. Do your worst. Pin it on me. I can take it; I'm a big boy.

And if next year's teachers buy these excuses, I know it will fill you with joy.

OR . . . you could continue to do your very best and make them as proud as I am.

Because for two years you've done the best that you could on every test or exam.

For all my screaming and yelling, when you leave, I'll be sad for quite a while.

Then, I'll think of your faces and that will bring back a smile.

Please remember next year, and years after that, always do the best you can do,

Because IF you mess up (and when you succeed), Mr. Mac will be watching you.