The end of the school year is upon me, and I am sitting with my first summer cold. Okay, it isn't summer, but since I often get one really bad cold in the summer during summer school, I am hoping this just it rearing its ugly head a little early. I wouldn't call this a really bad cold, just your typical one, but ah, so unpleasant.
There are two more days of school left-and I am losing my room. I swear-I have had four rooms in four years, and now I am moving to another. I am a little bitter about it, but trying to keep my chin up. They are adding a second class to our program at work-that's good, we can separate the behaviors from the milder kids, but alas, I got chosen to go with the behaviors, and am losing my room, so the other person will be closer to the changing room. I have heard via the grapevine (everyone else) that I am moving to a room in the basement. The room itself is fine, but the fact that noone has told ME anything official, but everyone else seems to know, really cranks up my anxiety. Like, just a little basic respect please. So I had to move all my things home (and I bought a lot for those kids), because I haven't been told where to put it. I don't mind the behavioral kids, but I will only have a total of 4, and only one or two full time, and as a traditional, lecture style teacher, that's going to be boring for me. I mean, my head says okay, we can do something project based or really dive into units, but...this group I will have...I don't know. I just fear I will be bored. I hate being bored. We'll see. Maybe I can reach in and pull something out and we can make it really interesting.
I had an interview at Central, but it's been a week and I haven't heard back. I also applied for 3 other ISC positions, but no calls-maybe the district is filling them. Eh well. I am tired of moving around, but I want the right balance of challenge and joy, you know?
I am sick. Boo.
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