I try not to complain.
I really do. I've even written posts about my drive to complain less on this blog.
But, today, I have to complain.
All this week, I am teaching in another classroom.
Another person is teaching in my classroom.
He has left it a mess two days in a row.
Today it was really bad - cookies on the floor as though someone had stepped on them all, four puddles of some unknown liquid, piles of glitter on the floor and on the tables, chewed gum on the floor, a couple piles of pencil shavings piled in a corner, my tripod bulletin board-thing knocked to the floor.
I couldn't deal when I went back in to gather my things and assess the damage.
I was pissed.
I know I could have gone right to him and told him to come back in and clean up or at least put the chairs on the tables so the custodian could sweep up all that ish.
I know I could have gone to him and gone off.
But I didn't.
I instead went to the principal and vented for a second.
Then, I put the chairs up. Then the custodian came in and made me laugh by saying that maybe the teacher was having a contest to see who could make the biggest mess - maybe a contest to see if they could make the highest piles of pencil shavings.
I know he has a few rough kids in his group this week, and that he may have had a hard day.
But, please have the students clean up after themselves.
I will talk with him in the morning when I am cooled off and can hopefully make him laugh while at the same time letting him know to keep my shit cleaner.