A new school year begins.
For me, it’s not just a new year, it’s a whole new school. A maze of a building with nooks and crannies and loopy hallways, ramps and a garden smack-dab in the middle of the whole thing.
For me, it’s not just a new year, it’s a whole new school. A maze of a building with nooks and crannies and loopy hallways, ramps and a garden smack-dab in the middle of the whole thing.
It’s a wonder I can find my way in and out of the building most days. A school without students is a pretty empty place. There’s no one to ask for directions. It doesn’t help that Ray and his custodial crew keep sweeping up my trail of breadcrumbs, so I just wander around until something looks familiar.
Think about this: I come in the main entrance and go down the stairs to room 23 and I’m on the second floor. Is the front door on the third floor? That can’t be. Seriously, who puts the main entrance on the third floor? Is there some warp in the space/time continuum between the front door and my room? I don’t know.
I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I’ve got a good sense of direction, a GPS app on my phone, and I’ve got students to show me around.
