Last Day Blues and Some Sad News

This past week I spent very little time in my classroom, so I didn't get to say goodbye to my kiddos or their parents at dismissal on Thursday, but if you read my previous post, you know that I was happy to send some of these babies off into the horizon.  I did get to hug and kiss the parents who supported me and were more than happy with how I taught their children, the others, well good luck to them.  My co-teacher spent the week alone with the class and I felt bad, but I had to write the SIP which was due yesterday.  Then FCAT scores came in and the SIP disappeared while the reading coach and I worked on FCAT data.  I know you are so jealous, I can feel it!  So finally, yesterday, an hour before our end of year luncheon, we finished the first draft of the SIP (which someone will undoubtedly change), but we did our part.


Yesterday was our last teacher work day and the day we are given our assignment tentative assignment for the new year.  A few weeks before school ends, we are given a sheet where we fill out our first, second, and third choice plus all this other stuff we might want to use to sway coerce our principal into giving us what we want.  I have always been given my first choice, so I don't know what it feels like to not get what you want.  You should see the craziness that ensues as the emails are sent:  teachers running up and down the hallways, texts are being sent by the second, phones ring, shouts of joy, shouts of profanity (those are the best), tears, smiles, you get the gist.  My entire grade level got their assignments except me and my co-teacher, so I got a little worried.  Everyone got first grade and we got, well, nothing.  At the luncheon, I sat with my principal and sort of , tried to, well I just asked and she smiled and called her secretary to send me my assignment.  Why couldn't she just tell me? I was sick, until 2 seconds went by, my phone beeped and I read:  your tentative assignment is first grade!  Thank you dear God, I was scared.  My co-teacher, not so good, hers said:  4th grade math and science...  I held it together until we went back to school to finish up some stuff and then I lost it.  I cried and cried and cried.  I cried because it is what she wanted and never told me, so it hurt, a lot.  It wasn't on purpose, she didn't want to hurt me, but we know how that goes... I am happy for her, stepping out of your comfort zone is not easy, hence the reason I never ask for anything past 3rd grade.  Big kids scare me!


I don't know how I will feel not having her on my grade level, we weren't co-teaching again, but at least we would have been next door to each other.  Now she will be all the way on the 3rd floor, so the odds of us seeing each other are pretty slim.  I cried myself to sleep last night, isn't that so silly?  I can't believe I am letting this bring me down, it's summer vacation for goodness sake, I should be happy!


Oh well, life brings us so many changes and we have to put on our big girl panties and deal with it.  Here's to my partner, Denise, I will miss you dearly, but I know you will do great things with those 4th graders.  They are getting one hell of a teacher!