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Its been a rough week. There are a lot of frustrating things about my job and I don't normally like to post about them, because there are a lot more good things to outweigh them. However, there were some chart-toppers this week.

Tuesday morning, I was booting up my computer at about 7:20 when our building engineer walked into my room. He often pokes his head into my room to see how the temperature is and since it was about 60 degrees in my room, I thought this was his purpose again. Instead, he asked me if anything was ruined.

Ruined? I asked, as I began to look around my classroom more closely. I had noticed when I walked in that a number of desks and my overhead cart were displaced, but the custodians often move things around in order to clean.

He then explained that my classroom, along with 5 others on three different floors, had flooded the night before. How? A student shoved a soap dispenser into a toilet, packed it with paper towels, and flushed repeatedly. The water flooded through the 2 ceiling tiles directly above my overhead cart, ruining everything I had prepared to teach that day.

Thankfully, the projector still works. Sort of. It won't turn off. The only way I can turn it off now is to unplug it from the wall. Over-exaggerated pushing of the button attempting to turn it off has now been incorporated into my classroom comedy routine.

Thursday morning, I arrived at the intersection of Northside Dr and W. Wesley, less than a block from school, to find the road blocked and detour signs. I knew how to get around it, got there and tried to figure out what was going on. A water main break. About 100 yards from school. Boil water advisory which wasn't lifted until Friday afternoon. Yet we still had school.

Oh yeah, and my principal, whom I have the utmost respect for and had told us that he would retire from our school, announced that he is leaving. I cried. Wept may be a more apt word.

Just as I was convicted the other week when Christina prayed that our hope would not be in a senior pastor, but in Christ, I realized that I had put my hope in this man for fixing our school, instead of in Christ and his promise to redeem the world.

posted by CP @ 11:42 AM 1 thoughts