Renovate Good Times, Come On!

Another year down, another year of surviving this construction. We got an e-mail notifying us that the construction would be completed over the summer break. Hmm, where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, that was promised last year.

Paranoid Hobo Teacher is beginning to think that we’re enduring some secret psychological test conducted by the district. This school, with its construction, is actually one big Skinner’s box, and we’re just a bunch of lab rats running around in it.

Think about it. Specific hallways have been shut down, so traffic flow can only go in certain directions—like a maze—for teacher-rats.

Maybe the evil geniuses of this plan found their results inconclusive and are taking another year. That means another year of hotdog cart teaching. Of course they’ll test the affects of wind on learning with constant drafts that are created with part of the west wall still down. The jackhammers have to have some purpose too, though I’m not quite sure what.

That’s okay. I’m down for anything that involves cheese, even if it means that I have to jump through some hoops. Plus, if I they make me ingest anything, there’s a 50/50 chance that it’s a placebo.