The Command Center

My weeks usually always end the same, me sitting at the computer with a stack of papers.  I have recently taken over a coffee table and transferred everything I need there. 

• Computer
• Wireless Mouse
• Wireless Keyboard
• Manilla folders
• Things to grade
• Baskets
• Soda
• Airborne
• Stapler
• Paper Clips
• Answer Keys
• Pens
• Paper Clips

I call it the Command Center.

The Master Key

I remember that when I was a student I always wanted a master key.  My desire wasn't for mischief but convenience.  Being a student leader I was always at the school doing community service and school activities.  Having a key meant convenience.

Now that I am a teacher, I have that master key... but it isn't what I imagined when I was a student.  As a teacher, the master key means you can come in before and after the building is locked.  That time is for work, less than the whimsy I viewed when I was younger.

Don't get me wrong, I love teaching, but having hte master key fantasy fulfilled is like being allowed to spend the night in a toy store, but only because you're the stockboy.