I am going to try and run over to school today and get some pictures of the storage room/band room I’ve been teaching in for the past few months before they (hopefully) come clear away the detritus tomorrow morning. It wasn’t pleasant when I had ten to fourteen children, but I didn’t complain (in fact, I was very positive) because the alternative was to be in the corner of someone else’s room. However, now that I have 23 for most of the afternoon, the space problem reached crisis proportions. One day last week, I got bumped from five different rooms (read: wandered around the building with my students looking for a space to teach in) and finally ended up cramming them all into the on campus suspension room.
The best parts of next fall? A desk so I don’t have to carry around all papers in my arms, a book shelf so I don’t have to carry around books in a backpack all day, a computer. Next best: my own classroom, so I don’t have to hunt for classroom space several times a week. Best best: my own class, from the beginning of the year.
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