Nothing endures but change

This year was a great first year of teaching, despite what some of my other posts might indicate. I loved the school I was at, the teachers I taught with, my administrators, and (yes, even) the students. Though I was originally not psyched about the prospect of teaching 6th grade, things really worked out for the best.

All summer, I had planned to keep my position at this school and continue teaching just as I had been. On Tuesday, however, I got a call from my principal informing me that our enrollment was going down, and my position had to be taken away. I am now a "displaced teacher". This means that I am at the mercy of the school system to find me another position.

Luckily, my assistant principal had been transferred to another school and decided to request that I come to his new school to teach. This change became official today. I'm not sure what grade I'll be teaching, or if I will be teaching on a team, but I do know that I have a job with at least one administrator I am familiar with. The new school is much smaller than my previous school and is in a slightly "worse" area of town. I like the idea of a smaller school, because you are more able to learn the other teachers and students. We also know that I've never been one to shy away from working with "bad kids".

Overall, the situation sucks. But, if we're looking at the bright side, I do think that I have been able to find a place that will work for me. It could be worse! Tomorrow, I'm going to see my classroom and begin moving things from one school to the other.

P.S. If you're in town and wouldn't mind doing some lifting, you'd better give me a call!