A colleague of mine was just elected mayor of his small town, so he’ll be leaving our school at semester break. I’m stoked for him; this is his passion, and he is so excited.
I’m also really sad. He’s a great teacher and a fun person to be around.
Besides that, I feel like I’m still not over the departure of another colleague a couple of years ago; I just haven’t clicked with her replacements as well as I did with her.
Still other colleagues are nearing retirement — one probably this year, another one or two a couple of years after that.
And then, I heard a rumor that our assistant principal — the best administrator I’ve ever had — may not stick around long. After all, he’s great at his job, and he has a long drive each day. Surely some school near him will want to snatch him up as soon as there is an opening.
Friday I was feeling mopey. The A.P. asked me what was up.
“Everyone’s leaving me!” I wailed.
Hyperbole was strong in me on Friday.
He commiserated, but when I brought up the rumor that he may go elsewhere soon, he assured me he wasn’t looking to leave. That was a little bit of balm to my soul.
The reason I have loved where I work is partly the kids and the families, partly the small size of the school, partly the classes I teach. But another big part is my colleagues. I’ve worked with great people, and I get along well with most of them. Still, work is always nicer when there is at least one person with whom you can truly be friends.
I hope that, with all the staffing changes, people come in who are at least as fun as the people who are leaving.