old school

But not really. It's more like new school...better yet, new school year. Here are some pictures of what I've been working on the past couple of days. I think I'm becoming depressed that my summer is over in a matter of days...I refuse to accept it (isn't the first stage to recovery denial?). So, instead, I'm going to meet one of my dear classroom neighbors for a happy hour beverage in a little while. My room and hallway are pretty much as ready as they can be until I get a finalized list of new angels I'll be spending my days with. I'm sure I'll be in better spirits once I meet the new kiddos and their excitement rubs off on me. Not literally, though...I'm not Mary Kay Letourneau.