A Room: Transformed.

All week we've been having school orientation...meaning that we teacher's have been in meetings in the mornings with a little time in the afternoon to prep our classrooms for the kiddies that arrive on Tuesday. We hadn't had much time to prep, but this was all fine and good since most of Thursday and Friday was left open for classroom prep.

Unless, of course, you're me.

OF COURSE, I am told yesterday that I must go to an all-day workshop on Thursday (today) AND Friday. The administration fought it...but the school system is so messed up that they happened to overlook the fact that they hadn't run this workshop yet and picked random people out of a hat to attend. As I stared at my hardly-started room on Wednesday morning I felt an overwhelming sense of doom. My kids would be miserable and unstimulated and it would be my fault.

But...as we all know...I don't work well unless I am under a deadline...I was determined to get my room finished in the two hours I had after all our meetings. This is how far I got:

The room at the start of the day:







Later:






And of course, the hokey (but hopefully inspiring) expecations:


The only reason I got as far as I did was because my school is wonderful. I had two teachers in my room who had sacrificed their class prep time helping me. I [heart] my school.

I still have a lot of work to do, but I'll try to get it all done at my apartment and get to school really early on Tuesday so that I have time to throw everything on the walls. I did manage to get to school today after my workshop and I met the parent of one of my new students (just transfered into my room).

I felt so young and so Asian.