So far we have been able to remove our masks for the last
two days of school, which have been teachers only in attendance. We have also
been instructed to leave maps of our rooms for September, meaning I probably
won’t be rolling a cart madly from uniformly-set-up room to uniformly-set-up
room.
I took some of my end-of-year time to do two important
things for my own mental health: I cleared off my mobile teaching cart, and I
moved furniture back to where it belongs.
Oh, sure, the furniture thing is physically unnecessary
because the janitorial staff will be taking everything out to wax floors,
anyway. However, moving the furniture back to the way it looked on March 13,
2020, the day we locked up our schools for the pandemic, has been mentally rewarding.
I don’t simply want to go back to a school of normalcy; I wanted to leave a
school of normalcy, as well.
If my teacher cart is still there in the fall in my room,
taunting me and mocking me, and, if I am not using it for teaching room to
room, I may store books on it. I may turn it into some kind of bizarre shrine.
I may use it for demolition derby demonstrations.
Well, except for the summer work. I am taking this summer
off from school work and pouring my heart into plotting my next career move.