school scents (soLs)
Yesterday morning I walked into the school where I began my career. I’m not at this school often — especially at the beginning of the day. My days usually start in elementary schools. The smell of school was overpowering. I knew I wanted to write about it for my slice today. But how do you capture a scent?
I was one of the first people in the building, one of the first to open the doors. I walked through the clean hallway and breathed deeply. Then again. And again.
This is what I chose to do with my life. The thought bumps around my brain. I smell school. Shiny floors. Pencil shavings. Possible dreams.
I breathe deeply. Then again. And again. My footsteps echo off the floor, bounce around the walls, and carry me deep into the building.
I would chose it again. I smell school. Computer labs. Paper stacks. Hope. Knowing that what adults do inside these walls matter.
I breathe deeply. Then again. And again. I know teachers are valuable. Smiling and laughing make a difference. Talking about books and solving complicated problems make a difference. Writing day after day and standing firm on boundaries make a difference. The phone call home and the note to a student make a difference.
In this time where mandates and standardization and evaluation make my gut wrench, I know I would chose this again. After all, nobody said it would be easy to change the world.
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