I went into school today to make some copies for the new semester and to organize my room a bit. I wasn't happy about going into work on a Saturday but I thought I would feel better if I got those things squared away and figured that it would destress my work week if the room was straightened out a bit.
So I hauled my stuff into the car, made quick stop at Panera to grab a soup and salad to bring with me and trekked through the snow and into work.
As I rounded the corner by the computer lab and the hallway to the new math wing, I saw that there were crates, furniture, and boxes from my classroom out in the hallway outside my door. All I could think was, why on earth would they be waxing the floors now? They usually only was the floors once a year in the summer as far as I can tell. And considering the sub-zero temps outside, layer of salt on my wiper fluidless windshield, and the scarf around my neck, its far from summer. The door to my classroom was open and the lights were on inside.
So I hauled my stuff into the car, made quick stop at Panera to grab a soup and salad to bring with me and trekked through the snow and into work.
As I rounded the corner by the computer lab and the hallway to the new math wing, I saw that there were crates, furniture, and boxes from my classroom out in the hallway outside my door. All I could think was, why on earth would they be waxing the floors now? They usually only was the floors once a year in the summer as far as I can tell. And considering the sub-zero temps outside, layer of salt on my wiper fluidless windshield, and the scarf around my neck, its far from summer. The door to my classroom was open and the lights were on inside.
There was a humming noise comming from the room and as I got to the doorway, I expected to see someone in the room waxing or running some sort of crazy industrial floor grooming machine in there. But the room was empty and everything from the door side of the room was shoved to the window side of the room and I mean everything! I quickly found the source of the humming noise, it was one of those large industrial sized fans that is shaped on the side like a blue huge comma on the side and it was blowing air into one corner of the room.
Naturally I looked into the corner only to realize that most of the ceiling tiles in that corner above my "vault" were gone. Most likely, they had disintegrated into the huge oatmeal-like chunks all over much of my water logged books, files, papers, and electronics from that cabinet. The ceiling had leaked and fallen into the room and water had leaked all over one corner of my classroom.
While in shock, the first thing I thought of was 1-2 thousand dollars worth of Leadership Seminar materials that Ted and I had recently purchased for class that were stored in that closet. The closet, now unfortunately called the "water safe," was the only locking closet that we had between the two of us so we stored all those supplies and books in there along with many of my own personal books, supplies, electronics, and a case of the senteo clickers for my SmartBoard.
A maintenance worker came in and tried to say something to me but I was on the phone and still in shock. I still have no idea what he said. I think he may have asked me if he should go and get the defribulator. He disappeared probably to go break that little glass box down the hallway when the head custodian came in. He told me it was one of the "better leaks" he had seen.
Can you really qualify a leak as "better" or "worse"? What I mean is, before I got there did one of them say to the other, "That sure was a high-quality leak."
And the other guy says back to him, "Yes, it was far superior to that one last week."
UGH!
So because room H-12 has had the "best" leak they've seen in weeks...I'm going to make someone a "best offer" on an ark on eBay if I can find one. I wonder if it might come with free shipping if I buy it now?
