Moving Day

I had been counting down to Saturday literally all summer: it was The Day when we were allowed to move into the school building, which was to have been completed the day before (Friday, August 14). Well, things sort of went according to plan. We got the keys to the place and a "certificate of occupancy" for the building on Thursday, meaning we were allowed to walk inside. And it looks like a building, more or less. But the carpet isn't finished, or the ceiling, or the tile on the walls, or the paint, or...you get the idea. I really hope Ernie (principal and captain of the good ship Excelsior) is going to hold the contractors to it, because I really don't know how to install a ceiling sprinkler system myself. (Which my room still needs.) Did I mention that school starts in a week?

Well, so Saturday came around, and we were given the ok to move things in even though the building wasn't quite finished. I was so incredibly excited. Scott and I loaded our little car floor-to-ceiling (literally--there were tissue boxes at my feet and stacks of construction paper on my lap as we drove) with teacher stuff and we made the 40 minute trek to Erda, Utah. It was kind of a madhouse when we got there, since it also happened to be the run-through of the morning dropoff procedure and registration.

(Sorry, I never finished this post. It turned out that we got everything in and settled just fine, and the school was miraculously finished enough to have kids come in on the first day. Everything else was pretty much polished off within two weeks. Yay for a beautiful new building!)