When we were kids my Grandma Carol would take Nicki and I to her classroom in the summer time. To clean when school got out, and to clean and put up fresh bulletin boards before the new school year started. I remember loving going with her, but now I'm starting to see that she might not have loved having us there! 
This year because our district repealed the class size reduction act all sorts of layoffs and "bumping" occurred. Long story short, I used to teach 6th grade Language Arts and Social Studies at the best middle school in the district, and I will now be teaching 4th grade, at a pretty good school from what I can tell. If you know me, you've probably already guessed that some tears were shed over the matter. However, I have made peace with it, but the room I was told to move into had not been moved out of by the band teacher. So I've spent the last couple weeks trying to take down all of his things, just to be able to start putting mine up. You're thinking... "How could it take her that long to take down some posters?" Well, Liam does not like going to school. No matter how full and happy he is when we leave the house, about 20 minutes into being in my classroom, he gets fussy. And then, 20 minutes into being fussy he is hysterical, and my day of work gets cut short... every time... Now you see why I am thinking maybe Grandma Carol didn't always appreciate having us there with her, but I never even had an inkling that that might be the case. This is why I pray to have my grandmother's PATIENCE on a daily basis. (I'm still waiting (trying to be patient haha) for it to be answered, unless the answer was no, and in that case... darn it).
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It is so funny you would post this because I was just telling Tim three days ago about how much I enjoyed going to the high school with Grandma during the summer. Maybe I should come help you!
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