The old building I worked in last year is being used to by random district departments. I'm not sure exactly which ones, but when I went there for a meeting last week they still have our teacher names over the doors. I miss this place so much! Someone saw me wandering around up there and asked if I needed directions. I said I was just taking a walk down memory lane. It was funny.
This is a hilarious story. When we first moved into the new school, and the year began, everything was fine with the counseling office restroom - until it wasn't. It was discovered that the pipes were blocked and therefore the waste was blocking up. So, during fall break the contractors came in and jack hammered the floor and got it all fixed. Before they had a chance to lay down the fancy linoleum stuff some students came and decorated the cement. So funny! I feel bad for all the counselors that had to use a restroom other than the one that was right by their offices.
