ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

So...I have finished my trevails at Local Buffalo City School and will move off to Local Buffalo Private School. This equals less money and better student attendance...and skills...and actually caring about school...and fewer pregnancies. Yes, I taught 14 and 15 year-olds and had four preggos. Oh yes, because this is my blog, I may not be entirely politically correct. I trust you'll consider it refreshing. My students better not find out about this blog, because I'll probably post stuff about my more interesting teaching days. Can I get fired for that? Hopefully we'll not have to answer that question.

But I digress, as I often do. Let's sum up the year-end at my school:
- In a class of 18, 14 failed, mostly because they never showed up or didn't take the exam. That class was so easy; anyone could've passed it.
- One of my friends sent kids down to the office too much, which led to them complaining to the Assistant Principals that she was a racist and sexist against boys. Neither of these claims are true, but the APs listened to the kids and made the teacher's life hell.
- Graduation night was like an episode of Jerry Springer, but with no chairs thrown and nicer attire.
- I got an award for Rookie of the Year (yay, toot my own horn) but the principal spelled my name wrong on the plaque. Sigh. I'm planning to say that I stole it from someone else.
- The woman in charge of English for the city of Buffalo seems like a real sweet gal but is barely older than I am and doesn't quite understand that what works on paper often has nothing to do with the actual classroom and what works there.
- If only that suburban school had offered me a second interview....But things happen for a reason.

But hey! Turn that frown upside down, Gloomy Gus! ("Does anyone ever say to you, 'Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays'?") I have a nice, new job with kids who care and parents who really, really care, and a nice fiance and a wedding coming up. Oh dear Lord, I have to plan a wedding. Yikes. I think I'll go make some calls and watch Wimbledon. I frigging love Wimbledon and I can't stand it when people pronounce it "Wimbletin". It's a thing with me. But all that annoyance slips away when Roger Federer slams one right past his opponent and it smacks the tape and NOBODY else could've made that shot except Pete Sampras in his heyday.... Wouldn't that be cool, if Federer now could play Sampras about ten years ago? Truly, who would win?

Ponder that for a while.