A record player!!!!
I loved all the guesses. My favorite was The Blonde Duck’s camera answer. How cool would a giant camera be!
My first three years of teaching were spent at a different school than I am at now. That school had just been modernized, but most of us were still using the outdated equipment. Somehow, I acquired this record player.
Eight years ago, the school I am at now was built, and I moved there. The year before I moved, I was a rover which means I moved classrooms every month (another brilliant idea in education). I think that year did something to me mentally as I became very protective of my “stuff” since I never had it. So that summer I packed up my belongings and headed to the new school. This record player was stored in my roving cupboard, so I took it with me.
That same year, my mom retired from teaching after 37 years. I inherited most of her “stuff” including her children’s record collection. “What fun!” I thought. I planned on using those old-school records, records that I once listened to, in my classroom.
Like Hap Palmer!
Unfortunately, the record player was put inside a cupboard along with the records. The new school is equipped with TVs, DVD/CD players, and electronic white boards with laptops. The only time I ever pull out a record is when we read a story in class that mentions records. I show it as an example because most 7 year olds nowadays have no idea what an LP is.
While organizing my room these past few weeks, I pulled this baby out to make some room. Nostalgia took over so I played a little Hap.
The sound is pretty bad and finding the right song is a lot harder than it is now on my ipod. After eight years, I decided it was just in the way. I needed to get rid of it.
Since it is a school district record player, I emailed our media services person. I was told that they didn’t want it…it was too old! So I contacted my principal and asked him what to do with it. He came in just the other day and picked it up. I was hoping he would simply put it away in storage, but instead he said it would be disposed of. It broke my heart a little as he walked out of my room with it. I can’t keep that giant thing anymore; space is so valuable. But, chances are I’ll probably never see a record player again.