My classroom (and apartment) look as though I am moving. I'm not. Just organizing!
Last week I went through file folders and binders of lessons and resources I have acquired over the last four years. (I can't imagine all the stuff I'll have by the time I retire, but hopefully by then I'll have a classroom to myself for more than a couple of years. hopefully.) I managed to get all of my first three years into a large binder, sectioned by grades. My stacks of paper from last year have been divided into files, ready to be moved back to school and into my one sticky file cabinet.
I didn't do too much the first day other than move a bunch of furniture. Including this homemade flat file that was between the two sinks. It just didn't make sense to me to have paper storage where there was water, so I decided to try to move it.