Take a minute, and think about your classroom.
Think about how much you love that space, with all its quirks.
Think about all of the STUFF that is in there.
All the STUFF you use to make the magic happen, day in and day out.
All the THINGS you have carefully curated over your career, to make your life easier and your students’ days brighter.
Think about the happy hours you have spent at bookstores, discount stores, garage sales, Goodwill, finding treasures to stock your room.
Think about the dollars you have spent, out of your own pocket, to equip that room.
Think about how much you CARE, about that space. How proud you are of it. Even though we all know that stuff is just STUFF, and things are just THINGS, and a room is just A ROOM, the spaces, the stuff… are precious to us. They are to me.
Now imagine that a river rose and came through that room, and that all your stuff – all your toys and tools and treasures – gone. Wet and moldy and disintegrating. Unsafe and unsanitary for you and your students.
Take a minute and think about that. Think about the water coming in, through the doors and windows. Think about the chore of cleaning up, and starting over…
Think about that, for a little while. Share this post with all the teachers you know, and ask them to think about it, too. Because I have a project up my sleeve, and I’m going to need your help…
More, soon, I promise.