Waiting is Hell

I have never been good at this part of the year. When I was younger it meant waiting for report cards, waiting for AP test scores, waiting on job interviews, with maybe some other fun surprises thrown in. My family can attest that this was a tough time to be around me; I would often bounce back and forth between listless, annoyed, snippy and depressed. Teaching has been a relief from this state, and I've really enjoyed the light feeling that comes with turning in my gradebook, signing off on everything, and walking out of the building for the summer.

This year is different.

The goons at LAUSD call it a RIF. In most other districts it's referred to as a pink slip. Either way, you get a not so nice letter of termination effective a certain date, and then you have to keep being a professional even with unemployment hanging over your head. The worst part is, they keep telling you "maybe, maybe not" as far as a rehire situation goes. I won't go into details, but I will say I'm on pins and needles over here. To sum up: it totally sucks.

Hopefully I'll be writing more this summer, and hopefully I'll have tales of adventure instead of worrisome stories of me twitching in some corner.

Do they not know they're playing with peoples' lives??