The recession has far reaching consequences, but the one I care about most is that fact that I probably won't have a job next year. The state keeps asking for more money back and making threats about next year's minimal budget. What this translates to is: "last hired, first fired."
My school has made it clear to me that they want to keep me on staff, but that they may not have a say in it at all. If they can hire me back, I may not know until August. But it may come down to them being forced to fill my spot with someone else from inside the district with more experience.
That being said, we received an email from our Principal today informing us of a meeting tomorrow after school. We were discussing said meeting at lunch, and I asked if the meeting was to announce that I won't have a job next year. We then proceeded to make jokes about all of the ways it could go down; for example, "front row, please step forward. Back row, this is the end of the journey for you."
But we all thought it would be great if they did it like The Bachelor.
I might not receive a rose at tomorrow's faculty meeting.
But maybe they will break up with another teacher over the summer and bring me back. Ooooo, and maybe they will let me sit in the office when they do it. Or, they can have another faculty meeting just so everyone can watch.
I didn't watch that show, but I hope you can tell that I was bitterly disgusted with the whole idea.