26 July 2024
I have to return to the building on 31 July for meetings. Students arrive 7 August. This will be year 21.
There will not be a year 22.
I have promised myself for my own mental health to set the deadline.
In the words of Salieri "I'm slowly watching myself become extinct".
I did everything right. I brought the theatre back: Thescon, Bobby G, travel to NYC, scholarships, five shows last year---hell, one of my kids won a STATE wide activities award.
But I can't stop the steady decline in building enrollment.
I can't stop the revolving door in choir and band.
I can't stop the change in administration.
I can't stop the evisceration of performing arts at our only feeder school.
I can't stop the fact that when you google our building a shooting comes up.
The principal cut IB theatre.
Then she cut my mid level classes, leaving me with only beginning and advanced.
She cut tech theatre.
And I have to return next week as half time theatre/half time LA12. Leaving me no opportunity to recruit, or bring back IB, or even get a musical mounted.
So.
I am clearly not wanted, so I will go.
I can't put the energy in if I'm half time, and I will not. There's no point, that building does Not Want Me.
So I will chronicle the last year of a 21 year teaching "career".
Assuming I make it to 1 August. It's not looking great.
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