to those of you who went to large high schools and survived! I graduated with 48 others and then went to college with maybe 2000 others. Therefore, I was completely unprepared on Thursday when I went to attend a training I had to go to that was being held in the lecture hall (yes, that's right at a high school) at one of our district's high schools when the bell rang!
Never in my life have I been so scared and I'm not being dramatic. I really was scared. I didn't think anything of being at the high school until I got out of my car and that's where I officially left my comfort zone. I am thankful to the person who I heard say awhile ago that you could always find the front office to a school by looking for the flag pole. Those of you who know me well know how I am with directions so I was feeling good about myself when I found the flag pole. I walked into the school having read the sign on the door that says that all visitors must check in at the main office and began looking for the main office. Well, I immeidately see stretched before me in a long hallway a seperate office for each person that all fits into one office at my elementary school...registrar, attendance, assistant principal, etc. and I wonder to myself 'I wonder which one of these offices I should check in to?' I then look to my right and see, what do you know...the 'main' office. Relief spreads through me and I remind myself that I can do this. I walk into the office and tell the girl that I am there for the training and as she is scanning my drivers liscence, she asks me if I know where the lecture hall is. I say no, and she proceeds to tell me to go out of the office to the right, take a right at the next hall and follow it into the main foyer and then take another right. Then I will see three sets of stairs and behind the one in the middle there is the lecture hall. Okay, I can do this. I step out of the office walk to the next hall and take a right and the bell rings! My heart is POUNDING!!!! I try not to make eye contact and I'm holding my purse very close to my body while hiding the sticker given to me in the office that identifies me as a visitor. I take a right in the main foyer and then I see one set of stairs, not three. I look again, but I keep walking because I don't want anyone to know that I don't know where the heck I am going! I walk and I walk and then up ahead I see another set of stairs (she failed to mention the three sets of stairs were miles apart). The whole time I am walking I am trying really hard not to bump in to anyone because I am afraid they will beat me up because there is no way they are going to recognize me as a teacher even though I was wearing my badge. I was also thinking, 'just keep walking...you can't turn around because then they really will know that you have no idea where you are going'. I figured if I never found that middle set of stairs that I would just keep walking until I found another door and walk outside just like that is what I intended to do. I was fully prepared to leave without having been trained...scary. I did find the lecture hall and it was just as big as the room where Dr. Cail's psychology class was held at OC and I was at a high school! Crazy to me! I am so thankful I went somewhere small! OC was all this girl could handle!
On a completely different note, our patio is completely finished! Here is a picture with the flagstone completed!
