One week, one day
On Gillian’s desk, there is a lamp and a pencil sharpener. While the pencil sharpener still has old batteries, the clutter around and on the desk is gone. On top of the rolling storage drawers, books are ready for the coming year. The assignment sheet sits on the clipboard.
Inside the drawers, last year’s books and papers are filed away, and this year’s are waiting. In the window alcove, a few reference books sit, easy to access for Gillian, and so does the globe. The rest of the floor is clear.
Most of the piles near my part of the schoolroom have been cleared, save one larger, more troublesome one. The notebooks for organization of school papers have been separated from the other school supplies and are sitting beside the bookcase waiting for me.
I have a few more tasks to complete before I will feel ready for the new school year to begin, but I feel much calmer than I did two days ago.
