Yesterday the dreaded letter came in the mail. The lay off letter. I was half expecting it. Even though I have been in the district for four years I am still the last hire. First I cried for a minute thinking that was the "expected" response. Then I had a revelation . . . like a teenager going to college. Wait! I'm free. I'm free to discover the next step of my career and growth as an artist. I'm free to sell my house and stop paying too high taxes in this town. I'm free to start again knowing all that I know now! As Shakespeare would say "tears live in an onion that should water this sorrow."
My principal is saying there is a good chance that they will "find" money and take me back if I haven't found another job. At which point I'll quickly abandon my philosophy of "freedom" and "growing as an artist" and go back to teaching my favorite kids in the world! I know my principal is advocating for me which is a really good thing.
P.S. My husband just read this and said I should include this quote from him. "Why should a struggling education system want to get rid of their teacher of the year? A person with tons of energy, enthusiasm and support from the parents, teachers and kids." Well it's called union honey. Not to mention tons of mismanaged funds within our system. But I'll spare you the details.