Cleaning the halls
The school halls carried their distinct, all-too-familiar aroma—a mix of sweat and cleaning supplies. I guided my broom methodically across the floor, letting the whispers and laughter of passing students fade into the background. A locker slammed shut nearby, but I kept my gaze downward, focused on the task at hand. “Watch it, mister!” a student called out, narrowly avoiding a collision with me. “Sorry!” I responded automatically, stepping aside to clear their path. It was just another ordinary day, caught in the rhythm of routine—tidying up the vibrant, chaotic energy that filled these halls.
Cleaning The Halls
Cafeteria chaos
The cafeteria, as usual, was a mess after lunch. Grabbing the mop, I prepared to tackle the familiar mix of spills and crumbs. A teacher passed by and nodded, a brief exchange of camaraderie in the midst of a hectic day. The mop glided across sticky patches and scattered fries, restoring order to the chaos. “Thank you!” a smiling student called out. “No problem,” I replied, marking another task off my mental checklist with a sense of quiet accomplishment.
Cafeteria Chaos
