In the middle of Acres Homes were three horses galloping through the narrow street and headed straight to our school! It was too late for me to run and attempt to shut the gate. I was not about to herd them out (potential headline: teacher hoofed in the ghetto). There were only two things I could think of: one call animal control. Two, take a picture. So, I chose the latter:
The look on JV's face says it all.
And that, my friends, is just a regular day at Highland Heights. Only twelve more days until spring break. Mildred will finally be clean and orderly! Or so I keep telling myself.