I wish I had one. Technically, I guess I do. There is a classroom in which my desk, chair, and a few of my belongings live, but I’m hardly ever there, and I won’t be there next year. I pack and move classrooms every. single. year.
In my district, all special education students are taught in the general education classrooms. To be sure that the same GenEd teachers don’t always have the kids who struggle, the classrooms where the special ed students are placed rotate every year within each grade. With that comes the rotation of the SpEd teacher. Hence, the moving, the lack of permanency, the misplacement of more things than I can remember.
There was one year that all SpEd teachers and paraprofessionals were housed in one room. It was awesome! We were all in one, central location making it easy to collaborate, cover, help out, and really function as a team. Unfortunately, a few GenEd teachers got butt-hurt and felt that we were a club, a clique if you will. They protested our togetherness, and instead of backing us and the design of, and reason for, the grouping, administration disbanded us the following year. Luckily we were able to keep a form of togetherness as we were separated into primary and secondary teams. Then someone had to go and ruin that. Now we’re scattered throughout the school and I really have no idea who the two new SpEd teachers are, what they do, or who they work with. It pretty pathetic.
As for organization, since I move so often, color coordinating is my friend. So are stickie notes, my large desk that I shove stuff in, and that giant tub of teaching gear I keep in the bedroom. The cat loves it as she can sit in her bed and look out over the back yard.
Since I don’t have my own room, I’ve decorated my desk with fortunes, stickers, signs, and notes. Right now it’s pretty clean and organized since I just did that last week. I figure by the end of the month I won’t be able to see the top of my desk again. I should really clean out my filing cabinet…