New Room Wonders

There is only one day in the work week that people look forward to. Only one day until that sweet smell of the weekend. Only one day to put everything that has happened in the school week past us, and those final few hours take everything out of us that we can possibly come up with.

Yes, my friends... IT IS FRIDAY.

If you could already sense the sarcasm, you are well above average, folks. I love my Fridays, but my day also FLIES by with little to no time to think, much less get anything extra accomplished. I teach four kinder classes in the morning at one school, speed to the next school avoiding cops as much as possible (which, on average, takes 20 minutes, only to actually have 3-5 extra minutes to unlock my classroom door, turn on the computer, and get ready for every class of the day since there are no minutes in between transitioning...). So I run through the breezeway doors at my second school, only to teach 4th graders (began recorders this week...enough said), and finally finish through with three more kinder classes, two 1st grade classes, a final extra class of K-2 mixed (don't get me started), and a short, yet well-deserved, lunch break.

Either way, my day was not quite as smooth as usual. I actually loved getting back into our classroom this morning. My first school (I know, back to the beginning) has been under construction since December, and I have been teaching in a portable, sharing with two other classes that meet once a week. Not a problem. (And compared to our other classroom... it's HUGE!)

Well, we get back to the newly carpeted, newly painted, newly organized "old" classroom that we started the year in for the first time. And the kids come in LOVING the new look, find their seats on our cute rug, and BOOM! It hits. Sweet little P looks flushed. Sweet little P is about to vomit. We hadn't started singing or dancing, but within 5 minutes of being in our room, the carpet is "christened." I had moved the trash can right beside him, but the poor guy just can't make it.

Luckily, a teacher that shares the room with me does paperwork in there on Fridays, and was able to run to the office to tell them to buzz a janitor. (Our newly renovated rooms with the marker boards and bulletin boards that are backwards, also has no intercom. Awesome.) We got him all taken care of, and one of my favorites, D, escorted him to the office to be taken home. (No call was necessary, by the way. Poor P was the principal's kid.)