People can be so inconsiderate.
They really can. One would think that colleagues, who know the kind of work that goes into maintaining a classroom, would keep that in mind when they are using one belonging to someone else.
Unfortunately, it seems that some are of the mind that: "If it's not my classroom, it's not my problem."
They held summer school in my building this year, and I went to my room today for the first time since June. It was a mess, and sadly probably would have been more so had I not locked most of my things away for the summer. As it was, any cabinet or drawer that was incapable of being locked had been ransacked. All my chalk was gone, the tub of "sticky-stuff" I use to hang posters had been used up and its contents stuck to the walls like spitballs, one of my decorations had been torn down and thrown into a corner. Some of the things I had ordered for my classroom for this coming year had been opened (!) and taken. (Half my black markers - from an unopened, sealed container - are missing.) My closet had been unlocked (yes, it was previously locked!), and items inside had been used and misplaced.
I couldn't stay more than an hour because I was so frustrated at the sheer amount of work I now have ahead of me. I just didn't want to look at it any more.
(I'd like to say something to the teacher who used my room, but he doesn't work in my building so I'm not sure how to approach the matter other than emailing him with a big WTF?)
Unfortunately, it seems that some are of the mind that: "If it's not my classroom, it's not my problem."
They held summer school in my building this year, and I went to my room today for the first time since June. It was a mess, and sadly probably would have been more so had I not locked most of my things away for the summer. As it was, any cabinet or drawer that was incapable of being locked had been ransacked. All my chalk was gone, the tub of "sticky-stuff" I use to hang posters had been used up and its contents stuck to the walls like spitballs, one of my decorations had been torn down and thrown into a corner. Some of the things I had ordered for my classroom for this coming year had been opened (!) and taken. (Half my black markers - from an unopened, sealed container - are missing.) My closet had been unlocked (yes, it was previously locked!), and items inside had been used and misplaced.
I couldn't stay more than an hour because I was so frustrated at the sheer amount of work I now have ahead of me. I just didn't want to look at it any more.
(I'd like to say something to the teacher who used my room, but he doesn't work in my building so I'm not sure how to approach the matter other than emailing him with a big WTF?)