I saw three of my colleagues in tears today. It's like a dream is dying, the dream of a cutting edge urban school english department working together to change the world. I hope we're overreacting.
I got cut from my job early in favor of working tomorrow, and I met up with a few of them for drinks at Thirsty Dog. It felt good to debrief. We had to admit that the new dh did have a calming presence, and maybe she should be given some benefit of the doubt right now. But the shock that someone could take such a boneheaded approach to the first meeting of new department isn't wearing off.
I've rarely felt this stressed out in my teaching career. It feels like a hurricane is beginning to blow through the department that will tear what we've been doing apart.
I'm also exhausted, which exacerbates the feeling of stress. So I think I'm going to go to bed right now and wait for the new day to come tomorrow.
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