Yes, that's right. My bookshelf tried to kill me! Today was my first day back in my classroom, and in the short 1 hour time allowance I had, my designated goal was to organize all the furniture in my classroom. 

Now, I have been planning my layout for a while, and all seemed perfect on paper. Then I opened the door and realized that I had forgotten about some of the furniture and my in-head dimensions were shall we say, a bit off. So I had to do some rearranging.

Well, as I was swinging my bookshelf around, it decided to rocket towards me and crash into me: smashing my legs and feet. The pain was excruciating in my right foot, and I couldn't put any weight on it for about 30 minutes. I just sat on top of my other bookshelf and cried. So for once I was glad that my classroom is at the end of the hall where no one can hear you scream lol. 

I have a bruise and the rest of the day was spent in a lot of pain, but I can walk on it, there are no broken bones, and after returning to my summer job, (while on my afternoon break) I was able to draw new schematics that more accurately represent the dimensions and furniture of my room. 

Now, I'm desperate to get back in the classroom, and since I have Reading 180 training tomorrow, I don't think that is going to be plausible. Although, I will try to get back into my room tomorrow afternoon-- hopefully someone will be there to let me in!


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