Yesterday I had a surprisingly busy day. It was Mr. Art Teacher’s birthday and we hadn’t planned anything since we weren’t sure if we would be home or at the hospital for it. Since we ended up being home (this little girl has decided to be fashionably late), we threw together some last minute plans. I contacted friends, made dinner arrangements, and whipped together a black forest cake with chocolate ganache and chocolate whipped frosting (it was delish!). On top of that I had a doctor’s appointment, which took a little longer than normal because they did an NST (non-stress test). The baby passed with flying colors. Prior to the appointment, I had stopped in at one of my schools. I needed to drop my laptop off to have some work done on it and make sure it would be available for my sub to use while I’m out.
Seeing the school getting ready for the new year was kind of surreal. I have barely given going back to work any thought. Actually, that’s not true. I’ve given it a lot of thought, but mainly along the lines of how awful it’s going to be when I do have to go back after having the baby. The realty of going back to work, the teaching, the art work, the students, had barely crossed my mind all summer as I focused on the end of my pregnancy. It was rather startling and exciting to realize that I miss being at work. As difficult as it will be for me to return, I know that I’ll be in a comfortable, welcoming and familiar place and that as hard as it will be, I’ll be supported and have any help that I need.
Unfortunately, I also received news yesterday morning that I’ll be losing my classroom because of an increase in student numbers and a need for a few more regular classrooms. This was upsetting (but unbelievably, nothing I’m stressing out over). I was really looking forward to returning to the one classroom that I could call my own (I work at a second school where I share a room with another teacher). I had it set up perfectly for my needs, my students’ needs, and my teaching style. I know how to teach in that space, which I imagine is something non-teachers wouldn’t understand, but us teachers understand that different spaces require different teaching strategies. Now I’ll find myself returning in October, having to adapt to a new space. On the plus side, there’s plans to build me a new space. On the downside, they’re building my room in the pod, which is a very, very small space. With class sizes sometimes in the 30s, I can’t imagine how I’ll manage in what I’m expecting to essentially be a large closet. I guess I can at least be happy that I’ll have sinks and cabinets, something my other room didn’t have. But I guess this isn’t my problem right now, so I’m not giving it too much thought. I do feel bad for my sub though, who will be tasked with putting the room together.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been in this position. Last year all three of my art rooms were new (to art), as was the art room I had at the job before that, and the job before that. Now that I think about it, I guess I’ve always had to deal with putting together a new room every school year. It’s rather enjoyable for me to start with a blank slate, organize it how I want, and make it my own. Unfortunately, I really am having a hard time getting past the small size. *Sigh*
But, no time to think about all that now, as I’m currently watching the clock, tracking contractions, and wondering (hoping) that today might be the day!
Have you ever lost your classroom a week before school starts? Have you ever had your room significantly downsized? How did you deal?