Moving

My principal dropped a bomb at faculty meeting today. Due to our ever increasing student population (765 and counting), and the current hodge-podge location of classrooms due to having to add additional teachers throughout the year, there is going to be mass relocation this summer, even though some of us have been in our rooms since before Moses (his phrase). At the end of the year we are to box everything up and prepare to move from our rooms.

Aaaargh. This greatly distresses me. I've been in my current room for almost 11 years. It will take a U-Haul to move all my stuff from there, but that isn't what bothers me the most. Over the years I have taken pains to make sure my room stays clean and that things (desks, chairs, walls, corkboards, etc) have remained in practically new condition. I have watched as other rooms are trashed by kids and teachers ... teachers who came and left a year later.

This assaults my sense of fair play as so many other things seem to do. How would it be fair for me to end up in a room that was trashed when I've taken such good care of mine? I some days feel like I'm standing in the middle of the ocean screaming about some inequity or another, but of course I'm never heard because the roaring drowns me out. It seems to me that so many problems could be solved if people followed the rules and things were fair.

But life isn't fair, we all know that. We also know it's probably good that it's not. Whatever injustices I think have befallen me, the justices may have been worse.

Still, I don't want to move out of my room. But if I have to move, maybe it will be to a classroom in a different district. I have always said that the day I have to move out of that room will be the day I leave that school. I started my online application as soon as I got home today.