I LOVE THIS PHOTO.
I lifted it from Pickleboy, a former student.
Today I went to my new classroom, and tried to arrange the desks. It’s so funny when you go into a new class. The old teacher didn’t quite clean it to *your* standards, she left books and junk all over. But not really. She just probably wanted to check out, just like we all do.
So, after my two boys brought box after box on their skateboards into the classroom, I met my new best friend. The Head Custodian. Immediately I began my quest to be his new favorite teacher, because everyone knows that if you want something done, the custodian is the man you need. A nod to Ronnie, from my last school. When I left, I know he had a few more gray hairs than he had at the start of our relationship, but I believe I understood his job just a bit better than when I started. And I truly respect him.
I only stopped short one time when Richard, (my new man) said, “I have some more important things to do, then I can do that (bring me a round table, take these crappy desks out)”. I laughed. I need to call Ronnie to see if he can hook me up with Richard, or at the very least put in a good word.
I love this picture. It’s how I left my last room…not literally, but figuratively. Teachers. We’re all alike at some level.
Let the madness begin.