With no official warning, the path to my room at school has been torn up - and yikes - has it thrown me for a loop!
Of course I should have known something was up when I saw OUT spray painted on the asphalt path to my portable - but I just figured they would take their own sweet time before they actually OUTed the stuff.
The first day, Wednesday, I went home covered in dirt. Dirty dirt.
So today in protest, I wore my grubby clothes - black capris, my high end running shoes and one of my tie dyed shirts. (At least I didn't wear a Big Lebowski shirt!)
Today we had to go back and forth through some back gates and then through the kindergarten yard to get anywhere. I am taller than the average bear, and I have to duck under all the trees. Ducking and winding. I don't think that's in my job description!
And bringing all my groups through the secret path to my room has been exhausting, too. We also have to go through the speech room to my room, winding around the chairs and desks. Winding, ducking, opening and shutting gates, tromping through the kindergarten yard.
I was so tired today I almost cried several times!
These are photos from today, before they brought in the dump trucks full of gravel.
Please, give me back the path to my room. I miss the cracked asphalt something awful!
It's a good thing that I don't have the money to remodel my house. I don't think I could take it!