Classroom in a Closet

This August I had to pack my classroom up into a closet.  Last year was my first as a cross-district teacher/coach, but I left my classroom intact, expecting it to be a one-year assignment.  Having learned that God often laughs when you try to live out your own plans, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised.  Packing up was bittersweet as I considered how fun it would be to open that closet and set up a new classroom in the future, but lamented the losses that are so much more real in the waning days of summer before school starts.

The whirlwind of classroom set up includes hot hours in a stuffy room, moving furniture hither and yon to just the right configuration, knowing that you’ll probably change it in a month once you get a feel for your new kids; remembering passwords and routines that you rely upon; purging, finally, things you kept for a year (or more) thinking you might use them next year; miles of lamination and stacks of copies to make sure that first month is not so rushed.  There’s a strange, private peace and satisfaction that comes from setting up your classroom even if it’s rushed.

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Just writing about it makes me excited and sad for the promises that come with a new year and a new classroom.  While my classroom is temporarily in a closet, I ask for invitations to share these kids and experiences in yours as a new year unfolds.