Yesterday was overwhelming. There is no other way to put it.
The new building itself is overwhelming. So much room, so much storage, such nice furnishings are all so luxurious after the trailers.
Volunteers had a short meeting at 8:00. Soldiers and Trailer High students, staff, and community were aided by a basketball team, NHS, and Tri M groups from 50 miles away. All furniture and boxes were in the new building by 9:40. It was like nothing I have ever seen. There were lines of people carrying computers, boxes, and books. They made their way up ramps with carts and dollies carrying file cabinets and other small furniture. I was overwhelmed by how fast it went.
Then the students arranged desks and loaded books onto bookshelves. They helped us until noon when the district provided a pizza lunch.
After lunch I faced a room of boxes alone. Alone, except for the almost constant stream of people dropping by to see how it was going and check out the new facilities.
Last night I left my room with a lot left to do. Hopefully, I will finish the storing of supplies and student files today. I will finally store something in my desk besides the keys to lock it. I still have quite a bit to do. I'm still a bit overwhelmed by how much it takes to move a classroom.
And that is just what is overwhelming me at school. Home has me a bit overwhelmed right now, too. The Mr.'s mom is in the hospital. She has congestive heart failure. I doubt she will ever live alone again. In fact, I think it is only a matter of time. And she keeps saying that she doesn't want to suffer, but she just wants to go. She doesn't want tears. It is hard watching her slipping away.
Besides trips to the hospital, tonight I am headed to a funeral visitation. My elementary school teacher (Grades 1-4) died this week. I can't make it to her funeral, but I feel like I need to drive the hour to pay my respects. She is, after all, the teacher who read every Little House on the Prairie book to my class during those four years. Bless her heart. She taught me to read. Bless her heart. If I fell asleep during "rest" time on our rugs, she let me sleep. Bless her heart. She was 90 years old, so it is easier to celebrate her life than mourn for her. She lived a good life, influencing so many children. I just want to say good-bye.
Yes, I am overwhelmed. So much of it is good. Some of it is sad. Such big beginnings and endings all wrapped up in the same week. And that's life on Easy Street during the first week of January 2011.