Glue sticks and nap mats: my little altar to Thursday

Today I put the glitter away without being asked, and I want that on the record. Somewhere between the third shoe-tying crisis and snack time, I realized I’ve been treating the classroom like a small, sacred machine — the glue sticks lined up like soldiers, the nap mats rolled tight. It’s not about control. It’s about making a tiny, predictable world for twenty five-year-olds while the rest of everything goes sideways. And honestly? That’s enough. That’s the whole show.