It was weird to be there and look around the auction before everything started.
When I walked into the classroom that I had worked in for the last five years, it smelled like home. But, everything was gone. All that was left, was what was to be auctioned.
They had two rings going. One in the gym and one that moved from classroom to classroom. In the gym they were auctioning things that had come from the other two schools that had already had their auctions and anything else that the district had found in storage to get rid of. What was being auctioned in the classrooms were the things that were actually from our school.
We hung around in the gym for awhile and then went upstairs to see what was happening there.
That is where it really hit me that this was for real. We were really done in this building.
Why?
After the auctioneer finished in a classroom, everything was ready to be removed.
And people did not mess around...
In the office, our old kitchen supervisor bought the teacher mailboxes. She had retired from this school and wanted a memento. They were one of the first things that I saw being removed and it was hard to see.
I guess I just didn't realize that EVERYTHING would be sold. They sold ceiling fans, drinking fountains, restroom dividers, stage curtains, the gym floor. Everything went.
We went back in the evening to get the things we had purchased and the hand railings on the stairs were gone. Lockers had been taken out of the walls and blackboards removed.
C1 jumped in the hole that was left in a classroom where the lockers used to be...
C2 wanted one last picture in the classroom that he had spent the last two years in...
There was one very neat thing that we discovered.
We were walking by a classroom where the whiteboard had been removed. I noticed that there was writing on the blackboard that was underneath and went in to see what it was and got a nice surprise!
Hidden under that whiteboard for the last eight years was the signatures of all the students that were in that classroom when they had put the whiteboard up. One of them was B. Hidden all that time was his little nine year old signature.
Made a happy ending to a sad day...
4 comments:
thanks for the photos. can you please keep recording this for me? I would really appreciate it.
Of course. I have more that I can send you. The kids wanted to go back in on Sunday, but it was just too sad :(
It's worse now. The bathroom stalls are gone now. Only toilets remain. I almost lost it when I saw the cabinet (with the glass doors) in the office copy room was ripped out of the wall. This is so sad. And handrails.....really???
It's so nice that you are able to do this. When we moved out of our old school (which had been condemned about 15 years earlier), we weren't allowed to take anything. An elementary campus would be moving in for one year before it was torn down. We weren't given the closure you are getting. Just think of all the GREAT memories that are just around the corner as you move into the new building.
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