444. Mad school

 I am heading up the stairs towards my classroom when in the corner of my eye I see the man in charge of the library frantically waving at me. Oooooh some excitement around here at last and so I turn left instead of right to say hello.

'You're going to be late for class but this is worth it. Come and see this, this is so ugly!'

I follow him. He seems genuinely upset. 

'So ugly, so horrible. Why did she do that?'

We are heading to the cork board and I am thinking that I will see it trashed: polls ripped out, interactive question papers pulled off and maybe some Spanish insanities that I will not understand tagged all over it. Vandalism? Inside the school premises? This place is insane.

'Look!' He is almost shouting and some of the sleepy kids turn their heads slowly towards us.

'LOOK!'

We are now five steps away from the cork board and I look int he direction where he is pointing and I see that about 30 A4 sheets of paper have been printed and stuck on the wall with parcel tape.

'See what I mean? It's ugly isn't it? I mean she could have come to me for proper stuff. I would have helped.'

I have to agree with him that it is not very professional, nor aesthetic, nor nothing. They're not even proper photographs, just snaps from the kids' phones, on flimsy copy paper. It is very sad. But on top of the grim aspect of the whole display what I am thinking is that I am working alongside people who have the psychological development of an 8-year-old. And I do not have an answer to that. This is something I cannot comprehend. I want to leave this place and become a hermit in the woods (my woods) and/or grow goats and lettuce and forget about this crazy world. How can we do a good job with kids if this is the kind of stuff we deal with on a daily basis? I am dumbstruck. Mr Librarian is still rambling on about the pathetic effect of such a display so close to the noble place that is the library.