Concrete wall anchors.
All three of those words carry a sense of permanence that — I have to confess — I’m just not looking for right now. That said, I need to mount something to a wall, and it has to be done today.
Anchored, it will be. To a concrete wall.
I’m moving into a new classroom, teaching a new grade level, and working with a new team. That, for me, is a lot of new, and while I’m looking forward to everything about this school year, it’s still a bit much, given how the summer break has gone so far. (I’ll start at the current time with that story: All is going well. The previous five weeks were a bit touch-and-go, though.)
Ah, a new classroom! So much potential, and so many decisions to be made. Decisions that include where to mount an interactive panel that’s roughly the size of the barracks room in which I started my adult life.
Thus the concrete wall anchors.
Fortunately, I’ve got a putty knife and I’m not afraid to use it. Maybe things aren’t so permanent after all!