(Honestly, I haven't been sick since February. Just the usual run-of-the-mill busyness)
It's surprising what you find when you move into a new classroom.
Due to a series of events (my teaching partner moving on to a new position at another school, my decision to slightly change my teaching subjects), I'm moving into a new classroom.
It's funny how each classroom in my school seems to come with its own baggage. The classroom I'm moving out of, for instance, is known as the Cursed Classroom. Windowless (aside from a long skylight) and air-conditioned, the room is reputed to have caused partial deafness in the two teacher-residents previous to me, both who developed sinus infections that led to hearing loss.
(So you can see how the sickness that I described in my previous entry seemed to feed into the Curse - she's dizzy, she's nauseous, its her inner ear! Can you hear us Alayne? Hello?)
Escaping that room with my hearing apparently intact, I'm moving into the only science room that survived fairly intact from the school's days as a junior high school. Great! It's big! There are counters! There are sinks! And there are cupboards - totally packed with old science supplies that may or may not be useful. And there are fililng cabinets - totally packed with files left behind by who knows how many generations of teachers. And there are a couple of shelves - packed with binders left behind by the aforementioned teachers.
This isn't a classroom. It's the school's bloody science archives!
So my apologies to my previous teaching partner if I ever insinuated that you were messy. I now understand that the reason you had things piled on the counter by your desk was simply because there was nowhere else to store them.
And get me a shovel. I've got some digging to do.
