I got some news on Sunday that made me feel like I was in the middle of a theater, watching a horror film. Like I had looked up, and saw the shadow of someone stabbing me...
My school is closing at the end of this school year. At least that's the recommendation that is being handed to the school board.
Of course, teaching requires flexibility. Every class is different. Every day is different, and every year is different. That's wonderful if an educator has a rough year, because they think, Next year might be a great one.
However, I don't want different next year. I want the same thing next school year that I'm experiencing right now.
I'm in a wonderful place. Superb kids. A close-knit school family and a tight neighborhood community. My principal's super supportive. My teaching partner is a gifted teacher and an incredible person.
So now I get to have the fun (again) of applying and interviewing. (Don't worry about me. I have one pair of high-heeled Crocs I save for things like job interviews. I'm a shoe-in for some job. I'll land on my feet. Or my Crocs, I mean.)
If you have any job stories--stories about you making a change and thinking it was a bad one but it ended up being a positive experience--I'd love to hear them.
Broken hearts want to know...