This was a perfectly normal day until about 5:15, when one of my co-workers called. According to our local paper (the real one, not the one with the entertaining police blotter), our program is moving. In December. Along with the alternative school program that is housed in the other part of our building.
To a location that cannot accommodate either program, let alone both of them. A location that has no parking, two classrooms, no gym for the alternative school to teach P.E., no computer access (at least to the degree our program requires). It probably won't pass fire codes.
What the hell is going on?
We think it spells doom for our program. We just don't know if the axe is going to fall in May at the end of the school year.
Or in December.
I don't hate it so much for myself. If I have to retire early, I'll take a hit, but it won't be devastating. I won't be able to afford nearly as many toys and vacations probably won't be to Jamaica, but we won't go hungry or naked.
But what about my co-workers? What about the one whose husband wants to retire in a couple of years? What about the one who has just started on her Ph.D.? What about the one who not only is just starting his specialist program, but so is his wife?
What about our kids? Our students, who come to us because they don't feel they can survive in the traditional high school?
This all came out at the board meeting last night, and it hit the paper this afternoon.
Wonder why that's where we had to hear about it?