“What’s going on between you and Grange?” Tracy asked me as we helped our students try on their makeshift graduation robes and hats.

I cocked an eyebrow. “Who?”

My assistant gave me a half-dirty look. “Ms. Grange? Amazon? Dark hair? Third grade?”

“Oh, Janet…” I said. “I think Mickey’s hat needs another staple.”

Tracy rolled her eyes and scoffed while stapling the four year old Amazon’s graduation cap so it was a little smaller. The robes were cleaned hand-me-down smocks from the art room. The graduation caps were made from stiff squares of cardboard, packing tape, staples, and yarn for the cute little tassel. Half of my class was graduating (read: aging up) into Kindergarten, and we were at the last week of school.