The classroom is more or less set up. Which is good, because the students arrived on Monday, and administration frowns on making them sit at tables covered with dozens of plastic bins and assorted junk.
I had wanted to take you through what I did every day during that teacher in-service week. I especially wanted to document the idiotic meetings that teachers everywhere are forced to attend, where it is explained that everything is their fault, and if they would just post these "unifying questions" and "essential understandings" and use the "drill-down" procedure to analyze student data, and stop having "low expectations" blah blah blah, then everything would be fine and our data would be all shiny and special.
Whoops. Didn't mean to bitterly rant like that, but goddamn it's ridiculous.
In any case, documenting the set-up of my classroom turned out to take way more energy than I was capable of mustering over the course of the week. Also, I worried that it would sound as if I was whining about how hard it is to be a teacher. Which, of course, is EXACTLY what I am doing.
Anyway, in case you forgot what my room looked like before:
ARGHH! It's hopeless! I might as well quit!
Oh Miz S! You are so organized!
Where we sit for read-alouds, where we sing songs, where we play games. And where I sternly berate them from time to time. Kidding. A little.