White Dog and the White Dog Army were thrilled to discover that it was finals week at school. "Wow!" Sachi wagged, "This quarter just FLEW by!" All of the others looked at him a little funny as they remembered the difficulties of adjusting to three late nights in a row where Steve did not return until after 11pm.
Tonight was the first night of finals. Steve's students had only to come in, take the open book test and then they could leave. WD calculated that dad would be home in less than half the time class normally takes.
"Don't count your early jerky treats," I warned WD as well as Steve who was excitedly planning an early to home night. "There is always the possibility that the ONE student who did not perform all quarter or who never opened the book will come in convinced he can learn the entire class as he flips through chapters trying to find answers to the questions on the exam. Could be there for the entire time sweating through it. You'll have to pry his fingers from the keyboard at 11:05pm"
The others scoffed at me for not believing.
And when Steve walked in the door to a blizzard of Eskies at 8:15 all eyes turned to me to say, "Told you so!"