School starts tomorrow.
As teachers, we've talking about who we know is coming back--sometimes with a smile, sometimes cringing a bit. The kids have started to trickle in to say hello--although next week, those same kids will tell us the last place they want to be is at school. 2 students who graduated last year came by to see me. One to introduce me to his girlfriend--and let me know that he's going to be a dad in 7 months. One to just shoot the shit and then bum a ride.
My room is as done as it's going to get for now. I've hung the posters I made this summer that have all the punctuation rules on them. I've rearranged the desks 4 times. We don't have a custodian--just a "sweeper" so I've spent several hours dusting, washing walls and desks, vacuuming. Over the summer, something VERY unpleasant happened in the toilet. I don't know what or how, but I dumped a gallon of bleach in there yesterday and at least whatever it is doesn't seem to be growing anymore.
So--say a little prayer for me tomorrow. It's back to school time.