Grrrrump

I'm grumpy. I'm less grumpy after eating half a box of PB Panda Puffs cereal. Why does that make me less grumpy? I wish eating 50 carrots made me feel less grumpy, but it just doesn't.

My Principal was moved to another school for next year, the P.E. teacher became the 2nd grade teacher, our Literacy coach is leaving (unless they make her the new Principal) and they just hired a new P.E. teacher whom I really don't like, replacing the teacher my kids love and have grown accustomed to since the first one switched jobs. You know, I finally thought I had found stability. I thought I had found my home. Now I'm starting to blame myself for the apparent sudden "chaos" of our school. I think it just follows me. I'm cursed!!

I especially feel badly for my new friend Allison, the temporary P.E. teacher. She has such great classroom management skills and she's a great bright energy in our school. I really feel like her "denial" by the hiring committee is a slap in the face. She would have been perfect. She's so experienced too! I know all too well what it feels like to be good at teaching, to give endlessly, only to be unable to find a teaching job. My kids are going to miss her; I'm going to miss her.

Hrm. Peanut Butter Panda Puffs lost their charm.