you can know a thing for a long time without really knowing it at all... it... the reality of it... comes to me today... this thought: everything in room 305 must be moved to room 109...

that's... EVERY THING in room 305 must be moved to room 109...

room 305 must be emptied by the time school ends next tuesday...

305 is what i call "my room"... "my" teacher desk and chair, "my" 30 student desks, "my" five bookcases and all books therein, "my" two file cabinets, "my" side desk, "my" beat up old gray stool (paragon of "stoolness"), "my" crucifix, "my" framed material and bulletin board stuff, "my" wastebasket...

"my" big black computer rig goes to 505...

and then...

the yearbook stuff: a second teacher's desk and chair, two large heavy tables, one super-sized bookcase loaded with yearbooks and assorted other heavy stuff, three locked very very heavy file cabinets. you know, yearbook stuff.

time for Street Scenes: The Big Sacrifice... The Move...

the biggest bugaboo... my books (really mine, i guess, if anything is)... mostly not visible in the snapshot... i don't have boxes for them... so as soon as i finish typing this i'll be back at school loading them onto a wheely cart and pushing them back over here to "my" house...

this is a petty concern... why am i going on about this... the world's about to explode... homeland security has hiked up the terror warning... children are hungry... injustice reigns supreme...

and i'm moaning over a stupid inconvenience... it's so typical... you know me... i don't like moving... i like to set up and stay put... were you around for my last moving dirge back in august? i like to stay put, but i never seem to be able to... so i whine...

so it's friday and i managed to get my edline reports posted... some were worried that i wouldn't... but i did... and i'm a better man for all that... the sophs are huck-begun... the apes are waiting for godot... after waving a fond farewell to a place on earth...

Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to move in some particular direction. A double necessity then: to get on the move, and to know whither.

D. H. Lawrence

 

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