Room 11, Second Floor, Second Street Elementary

Wind blown. It was like a bad hair day - only with paper and window blinds and books. I was thinking, when I first saw this room, that it looked like a hurricane had come through here. Then two thoughts hit me: Thought one, that is exactly something my mother used to say. Thought two, a hurricane really did come through here. The second floor had escaped the flood, but not the wind and rain. Even now, in the early days, I could smell mold as it took its death grip on everything in the room.