Room 214 never looked clean for more than ten minutes.
There were math papers, broken pencils, peanut butter jars for science projects, and kids coming in before the bell because they needed a quiet place. My brother Tyrone taught fifth grade in DeKalb County for twenty-two years.
He kept granola bars in the bottom drawer and called parents after dinner because he said working people deserved evening calls, not shame notes.
He is retired now, but former students still stop him at Kroger. That is his Georgia legacy.