I walked into school, my brain already running a checklist of things I needed to accomplish before I left for the day.
Clean up preliminary 5 day in person schedule, email teachers, finish ACCESS testing student, email teachers regarding ACCESS schedule after break, grab materials to take with me in the afternoon… the list went on.
I nodded, waved, or said good morning to colleagues as I hurried down the halls.
Rounding the corner to my room, a 4th grade teacher popped out of the door, and we almost collided.
“Hey! Good morning. Sorry about that!” I said as we laughed, and she followed me through the doorway.
Still focused on how much I could get down before picking up my student at 8:40, we chatted about the door.
A huge smile on her face, unable to contain herself, she interrupted, “Look!” And she jutted her chin behind me.
I turned to look. There was the round table with the plexiglass divider and books stacked in front, just as they had been two days ago. I turned back to her with my eyebrows raised, clearly missing something.
“Look,” she insisted again.
I swiveled my whole body this time, taking in my side of the room. Normal, typical, usual, my desk. Oh my goodness, my desk!
It was covered with joy and personality. A complete surprise baby sprinkling to make up for the fact that the planned baby shower kept having to be moved. ‘
So here I was, on the last morning I’d be in before break, a half day at that, being showered with love by coworkers who refused to give up. I’m so glad they didn’t, because this surprise made my week.