It's gone. A couple of days ago they tore down my old classroom. I had a front row view since my new temporary home (I move again at the end of the year, the room I'm currently in will be an English classroom.) is directly across from where the old building once stood. I have to admit it was kind of depressing. I was housed in that building for 17 years, 16 in the same classroom.
^ This is my old chalkboard. Tough old board. Lots of knowledge was imparted on that thing. I'm tempted to venture into no-man's land and snag it.
Looks like Hiroshima outside my window.
Progress. I guess.
