While it's still not entirely clear what's going to happen with my job next year, it's getting to be more and more definite. It looks like I'll be leaving my school. There doesn't seem to be any movement with the school board in letting the other teacher declare herself surplus, so it looks like it'll be me who's packing up and moving on in less than two weeks.
At least I know now where it is I'll be moving on. Though still uncertain about whether or not I'd need to, I went through the whole application process - just under twenty applications, three interviews, and I was offered two jobs to choose between, both at the school I preferred out of the two schools I interviewed at. It looks like I'll be teaching another grade 1/2 split next year - I have to call the principal tomorrow morning and officially accept the offer. On the bright side of things, I'm glad that I'll be doing the same grade level next year. I at least have a year of doing this under my belt, and I feel like I can take and improve on what I started on this year. AND, it's another school with a modified week, which means I'll still be done at noon on Fridays (so I can stay till 6pm working... insane-o me). The school is a quarter the size of the school I'm at now - so crazy! But I think it'll be good.
Now over the next two weeks comes the part I am SO not looking forward to - the packing up of all my stuff... the goodbyes... leaving the school I've called home for the last five years - my first school, the staff and students I love so much, the place my heart has grown so attached to.
I'm going to be a big ol' blubbering mess for the next two weeks, let me tell you. Good thing you can't see me, cause it's starting already...