Whoa...what.a.week. I truly never believed in the full moon until I was a teacher and never moreso than at my current school. Wow. The kids' hair is being pulled to tight or something. By Friday, I was a real grouchy bear and couldn't wait for the day to end!
It's weird too because Monday was fabulous. We led an Earth Day project to clean out our front garden area at school and help pick up trash on the playground, around the perimeter of our school. It was actually quite awesome. It was a gorgeous day and the kids were both excited by the project and appalled by the amount of trash we had collected in just 45 minutes. I reminded them that this is their neighborhood...its their job to help educate others not to litter, etc.
Tuesday the horror began. They were just "off" from their usual selves. Wednesday was a nightmare. A colleague's dad was in the hospital and her sub was a no-show. So I called my student teacher and asked her to come in early for me (she was to be there in the afternoon anyway) so I was my colleague and my student teacher was me. Colleague's class is "that class". You know, the class no one wants because some of those kids are just downright hard to be around because they are so negative, just don't care and cause endless trouble. They were absolutely amazing for me...and my class was horrible. I mean HORRIBLE. My poor student teacher text me that night and said that she didn't know what had changed and why they were so rotten to her. Come to find out that it was a full moon. Not that it excused their behavior but it sure explained it.
Thursday they were supremely chatty and I was going to lose my mind. By Friday, I was just ready for the week to end. Sadly on Friday we found out we are set to lose 5 teachers plus a reading coach, so 6 colleagues total, because they projected so many kids would leave to go to the school that is reopening. Unfortunately, we all know that all of those kids won't leave (because we have A-MAZ-ING resources in our school to help our families that the other school doesn't have and no one is really going to want to give that up) so we're going to lose a good chunk of our fabulous staff AND we'll end up with 40 kids in a class at the start of the year because they won't all leave and we won't have enough teachers. I am likely going to get to stay because I am the only person on my floor with ESL certification and that is likely what will save my hide...but there are people who have been there forever who might get moved because they don't have the certification and that's wrong. Because then when they realize we can't fit 40 kids into a classroom (I have 30 now and we don't have the room we need-- I don't know where I'd put 10 more kids), they'll hire someone late and we'll have to move kids around and it's just wrong. It is SO wrong.
So Friday at 3:09, I dismissed my class for the weekend, chatted with a few colleagues in front of the school as students were picked up, made my way back up to my room, LEFT EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO DO, grabbed my purse and went home. For once, I was not going to dwell on this stuff all weekend. No. I needed some ME time, some family time, some time to not think about what could happen in the next few weeks.
Saturday morning we headed up to my Happy Place. I never want to leave here. Ever. It's quiet, its peaceful and I don't have to worry about the fate of my job, or my colleague's jobs, when I am here. I can just breathe. Relax. Take a load off, literally.