Well, we got our keys. And our class lists. Except they’re not final because as our secretary continues to remind us, we are still enrolling new students daily. I’m holding steady at 30. Let’s all bow our heads and pray that it stays that way, shall we?
Anywho, I’ve been going to school all this week setting up and falling down and doing all sorts of teacher-y things. Falling down, you ask? Why, yes, falling down. Off of a desk. I forgot I was standing on it in order to reach the top of a bulletin board and as I scooted to the left to keep stapling, I just stepped right off.
I’m totally fine. And it wasn’t embarrassing at all. Not at all. I mean, I had two former students watching the whole thing so it was all good.
Well, as per usual, when I set up my room, I need several items.
3. Level — This makes sure my boards and borders are straight and right as rain. If they are not and, in fact, look like they are crooked, I am unable to teach and must go lie down. Sometimes, I even need an inhaler.
4. Measuring Tape — This makes sure boards are the same size. If not, see above.
5. Scotch Tape — I don’t know why, but sometimes I really need it.
6. Scissors — For cutting stuff. Duh.
7. Staple Remover — For mistakes. Not that I like to admit it, but occasionally, I make mistakes. I know. You learned something new about me and you’re still in disbelief. I get it.
8. X-acto knife — You just never know. Maybe my perfectly cut butcher paper has a stray hair or something. Or maybe a very bad stranger man might break in and try to steal my level! So then I could use my X-acto knife as a weapon. I’m telling you, you never know what could happen.
That’s pretty much it as far as necessities, I think.
But it’s a lot. And as I move around the room and become distracted by how cute I’ve made something, or how I have to fix that, or I’ll do this first, and then come back to that, I end up forgetting where I put some of my items. This is called “Where Did I Put That Syndrome” and it can be quite bothersome.
Mostly because I can never find where I put it. Which means I spend a good portion of my day talking to my partner about how I lost a certain item and can I borrow hers, and then about 45 minutes later and after a good discussion about The Housewives and The Bachelorette, I get back to work. It’s only later that I find my stapler or my tape measure inside a book basket or under a stuffed animal near the bulletin board I was working on.
Well, there’s a solution for this.