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Starting From Scratch

So, you know that I have a new job…teaching at the Red School (as it shall be named on this here blog from now on).

Well, along with the new job came the huge task of preparing another classroom.

Oh.

My.

Word.

The room is ginormous.  It’s probably four times larger than the room I taught in last year.

No kidding.

Here’s what I had to start with…

That is the view from the doorway.  Here’s the view from the window looking toward the door…

In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a huge square of Taffy Pink on the back wall.

Quite honestly, I wasn’t sure what to do with it, nor was I sure what in the heck was going on around with the two-inch border above the gray portion of the wall.

Apparently, there was once a pink border painted on, but someone decided to cover it with a wallpaper border.

Well, then a different person decided to pull it off, except that not all of the border got pulled off, leaving part of the adhesive with pink paint peeking through here and there.

U-G-L-Y.

This room, quite honestly, is a mess.

Barb had talked me out of painting my room green because that is the color of a rival high school across town.  However, I decided to use my green stuff as an accent color to accompany the pink.  I’ll probably throw in some light blue here and there as well.

Still, I had my work cut out for me when I arrived this morning.

With little moolah and few supplies other than that which I brought with me, I got to work…

Actually, if the truth be told, I didn’t do much except bring in bags from my car, look around my room, and get glassy-eyed.

I know I need furniture.  Unfortunately, the school district’s warehouse has been picked over (I visited last week)…

Despite the fact that it looks like Sam’s Club on steroids, there wasn’t one stick of furniture that I could use…

However, a gal I used to work with a few years ago is getting rid of her sectional couch…free of charge…so I’ll be putting it in the corner of my room for the reading center.

My friend, Barbara, arrived at the school sometime in the afternoon (on her birthday, no less!).  She brought help…another reading teacher from the other side of the building.

Together, they pushed my desks together in various group arrangements.

Sorry…no picture…my brain was not functioning at this point.  I was content to let the ladies take over for me.

Quite honestly, having 25 desks in my room is going to take some getting used to when you consider that I only had seven last year.

Big changes, folks.

Nothing I can’t handle, though.

While the ladies pushed desks together, I pushed a ginormous computer desk out of the room.  I simply had no need or space for it.

Adios.

The ladies and I took a look at the file cabinet and discovered that it was locked.

Nobody has been able to locate the key.

I pushed it out into the hallway where fairies will magically dispose of it sometime in the near future.

I left around 4pm…feeling like I had not accomplished a whole lot except lengthening my to-do list.

I’m breathing deeply, looking to Barbara for guidance, and trusting the Lord to help get things pulled together.