I was having the best morning this morning, reading and posting here when I got the call. Secretary, "Mrs. S. you can move your stuff back into your room now." Me, "What, I unpacked my room two weeks ago and had everything set up for the first day." Secretary, "Well.... no one told you prisoners moved all your stuff out of your room into the halls and ripped out your carpet?" Me, "Are you sure???" Well, sure enough, I high tail it up there and it looks like a bonafide wreck, books are off the shelves, things were strewn up and down my hall and there were even some things around the corner. I couldn't even make my way down the hall without stepping on something important to me. I left because I'd planned to go with DD to get Jackson's 4 month old shots. I just wanted to sit in the floor and cry; I go back to school Monday for two weeks of in-service. I won't have time to put things back together then, my niece is getting married this weekend and family I haven't seen in a couple of years are coming in Wednesday. I worked hard preparing ahead of time so I could enjoy these last days of my summer. I guess I'm going to have to put off going in for the wedding and start on recovering the mess. I'm just sick about it and furious that I wasn't called beforehand.