S chool’s almost out. I don’t need a calendar to tell me so, either. It’s in the apathy regarding such basic tasks as putting one’s clothes on in the morning (“I’ll get dressed later,” I am told, dismissively, as late as 8 a.m.), the vocal opposition to homework (“This is the worst part of the day!”)—the overall reluctance to do anything, really, that has me wondering if we’re going to be able to do very much successfully at all for the 20 days remaining. Grades are dropping. Attitudes are atrocious. Morale is low. It’s a mess. How, then, to push through to the third week of May? What exhortations might be most effective in coaxing these Three to draw upon their reserves, if they…