From Drab to Fab- My New Classroom

One of the most depressing thing that a teacher has to do occassionally is change classrooms.  In the past 10 years I have changed classrooms twice and each time it was traumatic.  A classroom to a teacher is much like her home.  Everything has a place.  It may not make sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to the teacher.  Last year, before the school year ended, I was told that my 5 year love affair with the classroom I was occupying was coming to an end.  This translated to - bringing ALL OF YOUR STUFF HOME and BRING IT BACK IN AUGUST one week before school starts.  I thought I was being organized -- but not really.  I felt lost when I started loading up my car with boxes and boxes of school stuff.  After 14 years of teaching Language Arts, I have collected alot of STUFF.

All turned out well as you can see from the photo.  I went from a drab dingy former social studies classroom to a lively language arts classroom.  I love it and my students love it.  I hope the school year turns out well.