"The Week" refers to that special time in the school house when all sense of academics, routine, or composure go flying out the window for the ever important 'Holiday Season'. Any ring leader will pronounce the phrase The Week with the same muddled disgust usually reserved for unwelcome relatives.
During this week, mature mongrels lose the ability to read and write. Elementary achievements are no longer reached. Basic communication skills are abandoned and replaced by more necessary ones- yelling and demanding; while academics give way to more challenging activities- decorating cookies and painting.
The voices of ring leaders' that could once wrangle the rowdiest of wild things mean nothing at this time. A wave of sugar-high disarray comes flooding through the building, drowning anything in its path.
Even the best intentions cannot save The Week from being over run with gluttony and craze. An experienced ring leader may decide that the mongrels cannot read to themselves at this time, but that does not mean that they cannot place their furry heads on the desk and be lulled into calm by tales of quiet snow and changing light. Experienced ring leaders may even have their own cage under peaceful control, succumbed by a read aloud trance.
It never lasts. Another braver (hmmm, less knowing) ring leader will just come along and open the gate and free the beasts. It happens every time. It is easier to simply give in and wait for the moment I am enjoying right now.
The bell and end of the The Week.