The paint on the tables.
The smell of the room.
The placement of supplies for everyone to use.
This is the happy room in the school. The room where brains are asked to throw a party. And stretched to the limits only allowed to say "I CAN!!"
The room where spills and messes are routine and embraced as a learning situation. Where breaking a crayon means we now have 2. Where Sharpies come to die. Pencils are tested to the limits. And the poor pink eraser....he's stabbed, written on and rubbed to the core.
These brushes get to party hardy on paper all....the....time. And barely take a bath.
Pretty sure the 6 drying racks chat all night about what's laying on them. Lots and lots of stories in this room if only the walls could talk.
6 weeks left to scatter joy on these munchkins. 6 weeks......