So while organizing the garage I decided to go through my teacher supplies. They were all still packed away in the same old cardboard boxes I brought them home in.
First, let me give you some background. I worked in a school that was over 60 years old and had big issues with mildew and mold. I don't know how I didn't get sick more often than I did over the years, but somehow I managed through it.
Well, for two and a half years, my boxes were packed in our deep well storage in our old house. It was pressed up against some spare paneling that went with our family room. I thought it was a great idea to keep the paneling in case anything happened to our paneling in our family room. When everything got moved out July 12, I saw the places where my teacher boxes were pressed up against the paneling were completely molded over. It was molded THROUGH the paneling and attached to the wall on the other side.
So I moved the teacher boxes here but they've been sitting in the garage since. I was going to not even open them and just toss them out in their entirety. Except...well.... I couldn't. There were six large boxes of good teacher materials there--things I used 24/7 while teacher that I found invaluable.
So I started to sort through it. But I found myself not throwing away anything I was sorting and more or less just going down memory lane instead. Well, I was holding up the process of cleaning out the garage so instead I just threw it all into plastic sterlite containers instead of cardboard boxes. And I've kept it all. I don't know why. No amount of cleaning is going to get those books mildew free again. I guess I just couldn't part with them yet.
Oh, and while I was cleaning out the boxes I found my throat getting raw, my nose getting stuffed up and my eyes starting to run. Mildew!!! As I said, I don't know how I wasn't more allergic to the school I taught in. It's sad though that it ruined all my teaching supplies.
I guess I'm in a sentimental mood tonight. The countdown to starting work would have begun by now. This would have been my last real summer vacation weekend. I'm sure the teachers start back next week with inservices and then school starts the following week for students. As much as I dreaded having to go back, there was an excitement to setting up a new classroom, pulling out the new supplies, getting the lessons prepped for the first week... There was the boredom of the inservices that were just a waste of time, the frustration of just wanting to be in my own classroom and not stuck in some inservice and the head-spinning of reading all my new IEPs if I had new kids. But then I had a great time with the creativity process of developing behavior plans for my kids and ways to connect with them. Often times, kids who would have huge behavior issues in other schools would come to me and walk into a behavior plan waiting for them and I wouldn't have many issues. Of course, there were those that would put me through the gauntlet for the first month until they finally figured out I really wasn't backing down. Then there was the one who every year would test my limits just once to make sure I would actually follow through on what I knew had to be done--and I would and we'd both be happy everyone knew the limits, once again.
I'm finding my teacher skills really come in handy with Maddy now that she's a bit older. She impresses me with how she's able to communicate her frustration and anger when she's upset. I didn't realize I had been using my teacher skills on her all along except when today I had that 'ah-ha!' moment. She was fighting with a toy trying to get it to work. I heard her toss it down, take a deep breath and she came into the kitchen and said, "Mommy, I'm frustrated and angry."
She can read through emotions so easily. Something was stuck in the drawer today and I was in the middle of cooking. I couldn't get the darn thing open. Finally I just used brute force and ripped open the drawer. I growled a bit since I was kinda ticked off at it. Maddy says, "What's grrrr..mommy?" So I said I was frustrated that I couldn't get the drawer open. Maddy comes in, looks at me, and looks at the drawer. She gives me a hug and tries to pull open the drawer, too. Of course, she can't get it either. She says, "I sorry mommy. I can't do it. But we can do it together!" So cute.
Ok, I think I'm off to an early bedtime. The pool wore me out today!