Today I got the great news I will still be at my school...thank goodness!
I was called last Friday only to be told I would be getting a transfer just two weeks before the children arrived. If you are a teacher you know that is NOT even close to enough time to pack, move, unpack and be ready...not to mention teach a different grade.
I was told not to pack this week as we were still in negotiations...lovely. As the week went on...I got more nervous because time was running out... very quickly!
I had all sorts of thoughts about how my year would end up...would I have new friends? Would I have to teach 6th grade sex ed? Or would I have to teach at two different places?
My amazing principal called today...while I was at camp....(more on that later) to tell me I had been given my job back! I was the only one from my school. I am so thankful...it's bittersweet knowing there are more that didn't get theirs.
I appreciate my friends and family for their support. I had one of the roughest weeks ever...until tonight when I realized it was really nothing...I sat through 48 young children tell why they were at grief camp...some lost one family member...some multiple...some friends, some other relatives. Nothing is worse that people dying close to you...I remembered that tonight.
I can't wait to write about camp...and the wedding! Yes all in one weekend!
I need to get to bed!