|Last year's "packed" classroom (aka bookshelves covered with paper...)|
Lucky for me, though, our district gives us a beautiful gift each year: Records Day. It's basically a no-kids administrative day for us to fill out info in the kids' cumulative folders (aka PERMANENT RECORDS) and take care of other end of the year tasks, part of which includes the dreaded packing of the room. Today was that day. Now setting up the classroom each fall can be overwhelming and a general pain just because of the sheer amount of work involved (x 100 if you are crazy detail obsessed and organized like me...), but the end of the year just sucks because not only is it the same amount of work (more if you're moving schools!), but add in about 10 pounds of dust that somehow managed to collect in random nooks and crannies in the room, plus the general depressing nature of taking a warm, inviting classroom and generally nice place to be and stripping it to the bones of all of its "niceness." Yuck. I'm sorry, but this pretty much sucks, you guys.
I spent close to 11 hours in my classroom today, most of which was spent packing. By the end I was so exhausted that I would sit on a desk between boxes, gaze around the pathetic, depressing mess that was once my wonderfully bright and warm classroom, and figure out which corner I should tackle next. What a terribly depressing day!!
Oh, and don't worry--at one point, I got a phone call from a school in Boston asking me to interview for a 5th grade position. Remember how my #1 choice for next year was teaching in Boston? And how not a single public district had called during my search? Yup. It felt just *awesome* to tell them I had already accepted a job and couldn't interview...I know that I technically could, but I would feel wrong about backing out of this job now since I already have a relationship with the principal. After I hung up the phone, I immediately burst into tears and sat sobbing in my neighbor teacher's room about how unfair things are. I know, I was definitely acting like the youngest child baby I am--but seriously. I was bummed. Don't get me wrong, I am excited about my new school and new job, and I know that I am SOOOOO lucky to have had multiple offers for next year. I don't mean to sound ungrateful and like a brat, but it's just frustrating, you know?
Definitely needed to stop for one of these on the way home after that day!
After packing my teacher life into 45 boxes and garbage bags, the couch and TLC are calling my name...Last brick of traithlon training tomorrow, better rest up!