Jeanne cleans room, Robby zoom zooms

I finally received the keys to my classroom and took a look inside. Not bad. Spacious, though it's crammed with 37 desks - I better not get 37 students. I scrubbed cabinets, wiped desks, emptied cupboards, organized paperclips, pins, & rubber bands, posted colored paper on the bulletin boards, stapled pre-made letters to them, arranged 34 desks & unsuccessfully tried to make the room feel less crowded, & placed my lesson plans in a filing cabinet. In other words, I beautified my room the best I could. Below are the results. Not bad, huh?
It's a typical classroom of a large public school: built in the early 1900s (1911, to be exact), light blue walls, built-in chalk trays & book cases, long windows covered by bars, brown tiled floors, & misshapen, wobbly student desks of different shapes & ages. I turned one desk over to find a colorful array of chewing gum stuck beneath it. Once in awhile, I would feel something gooey on my fingers as I moved a desk and find hair gel on the bottom edge. Ewww.

The Big Day: Wednesday, September 4th. I'm still holding my breath.

On Robby's side of the planet, he has bought a new-ish car.
Yup, after living on the westside for 8 years, Robby is officially a convertible-driving California. Now, all he needs is a pony tail, a surfboard, & a pair of Ray Bans. Pony tail...check.
This pristine prize is newer than his 1991 Mazda Protege...by 3 years. He has bought a 1994 Mazda Miata. Below are all the reasons why he loves it (I've been listening to him yap about it for the past 2 days):
- it "handles" well
- it has pop-up lights
- it purrs beautifully
- it is in good condition (only 80-some thousand miles on it)
- its air conditioning vents spin in all directions
- it's got a good clutch
- the back window zips open
He is very pleased with his purchase. I call it vintage because the interior looks like something out of "Beverly Hills 90210" - tan dashboard, round a.c. vents. It feels very early '90s to me. He has been glowing every day since he drove it home, but he is feeling a little separation anxiety from parting with his beloved Protege.

Happy Labor Day weekend!