The minor setback - that broken A/C – turned out to be not so minor. The classroom being uninhabitable, the newly formed class and their freshly appointed transplant teacher embarked on an Isrealite-wandering-for-40-years-through-the-desert-like adventure.
From one classroom to another to another.
Week after week after week.
By the end of the month, a permanent classroom was secured tucked away in the 3rd grade hallway. Away from the rest of the fifth graders. Back with the 'little' kids. But the physical separation only manifested the reality already there in heart and spirit.
Nevertheless, with the restoration of some semblance of permanence, there was a huge communal sigh of relief and an overwhelming sense of gratitude that with all this now behind us we can finally focus on the reason why children go to school in the first place. The two-month setback became somewhat of a motivation to these ten-year-olds to re-double the effort and prove to the rest of the world that what these fifth graders went through only made them better and stronger.
The gap that was created, huge as it was, didn't seem unbridgeable.
That’s when we received the second letter from the principal.