It was 80 degrees in my classroom all day long and that is too hot. The AC was working, but not well. When it shut off at 4:00, the temperature immediately climbed to 82. By then, Mark had nobly come after work to help me hang stuff.
I miss complaining about the cold.
I was pretty much nose to the grindstone all day long. Those of us that were getting new laptops got them. I wanted my new laptop set up exactly like my old one, but I didn't know how to make that happen. I brought it home for Adam.
He's a lucky guy, right?
Jamie came in my room at one point and said, "I need advice."
She also got a new laptop and she was showing me options for a new laptop case.
We debated the merits of the selections. Too brown. Too Mary Engelbreit (which I love, but it isn't Jamie's vibe). Too floral. Too much like a grandma. I said, "Hey what's wrong with being a grandma?!?"
She said, "Well I didn't mean a cool and hip grandma like you."
We narrowed it down to two choices and then picked the final one.
It was all very high stakes and I love that I have a friend like Jamie who cares about aesthetics as much as I do.
(I had already ordered my computer case. I had looked for it on my phone while I was listening to my district training on 2X speed on my computer. I was quick and decisive because I have too much to do to live my life in any other way right now!)
Later I went into Jamie's office and said, "OK, now I need advice, but mine isn't as interesting."
It was writing proficiency scales and broken down writing goals.
I aimed my screen at her and she helped me with the wording.
An impossibly young new kindergarten teacher came in and said, "I have a dumb question."
Jamie said, "No such thing."
She said, "I don't know how to use a landline...."
So we got her up to speed. But I told her I didn't know how to check the voicemail on mine and I am sure that whoever it is will call back.
I'm chipping away at it.
I'm hoping the AC is going to work today.
1 comment:
I would love to see a progress report of how the room looks each day before you leave.
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