20 May 2026
This morning I found out the AP that hired me--the one that is essentially holding this building together---is not coming back next year.
Her support is what kept me here this year, and made me think I could come back. I knew she was looking elsewhere, all admin are. With the threat of DPS throwing us into "innovation" admin is getting out early. They're the first to go if the building doesn't get out of the rut they are in. If we do get out, it will be because of the work Alissa put in. And now she' s leaving.
Let's be fair, she's amazing and is leaving to be a principal. She should have been principal of this school, but something stinky kept her from getting an interview. So. Good For Her.
And Scott has not texted me since last night, I have no idea where he or my car are.
And Harp is melting down in the parking lot at work because her coworker is a dick.
And Genoa's plane was supposed to get in late last night but I've not heard from them either.
So ANXIETY is driving the bus.
I talked with the other AP just now---Jen who worked at Hinkley with me and called to ask me to come here and rebuild this---she swears she's not going anywhere, but I think the principal is. The district has their boot on this building's throat and is determined to choke the life out of it for an agenda we don't have access to. That was a clunky, poorly structured sentence.
Anxiety doesn't write well.
But it's still better than AI.
Fuck AI.
I swore in May of 2024 I was done applying for jobs. I "applied" at North and here because I was asked. I didn't spam applications like I had been starting in about 2017.
Yet two weeks ago I applied to a desk job at Red Rocks Community College. AI sorts their applications, so I must not have had the right buzzwords-I was not contacted.
They need a light designer and teacher, which is not 100% my bag. I can manage at the high school level, but teaching at the college level...those kids are going to come in knowing more than I do.
However, don't apply if you don't want it. Or can't do it.
I wanted a desk job. I wanted to work with the high school students who were registered for college classes while in high school. I have 23 years of teaching experience, but none specifically with comurrent enrollment...so.
UGH.
I'm fixated on RRCC because it's close to home and I don't want to drive to Metro. I'm also not intereted in trying to teach college level theatre any more. Or even English. It's not college, it's high school because they are all AI brain damaged and belligerent. Proud to be stupid. Refusing to grow or get better. It's awesome. They've been groomed perfectly for what's coming: they won't fight.
Civil Disobedience is not a phrase they know or care about. And our own government is preparing to put down any anti war protests. They didn't care about the Anti Trump protests, but we're not leaving Iran and they are hell bent on our destruction.
So who cares if I have a job next year or not?
Depressed like it's 1984 again.
KK 'byeeee.
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