Ding, Dong, the Witch is GONE!

Guess what?!?!

Yesterday at church, the school secretary, who also goes there, pulled me aside and asked how I felt about Chloe not being in Ms. Teacher's class any more. I about fainted, since I had no idea what she was talking about, and Josie had told me that she didn't want to switch classes. But, no!!!! It turns out that our mental health day was even more healthy than we knew, because it was (drumroll, please)

Ms. Teacher's LAST DAY IN A CLASSROOM!!!!!!

(slight pause while I do a jig of joy!)

Apparently, Ms. Teacher will be doing intervention work for the rest of the year, and one of the intervention teachers, plus another part-time person they've hired, will be taking over the class, one in the morning and another in the afternoon!!!!! YAHOO!!!!! No more screaming (which had made a comeback recently), no more chaos in the classroom, no more rudeness! I think Ms. Teacher may actually be OK at intervention work, since that's one-on-one, and I do believe she'd be better that that since there will really be no discipline involved, and I'm glad that she didn't lose a job entirely, since I would honestly have felt bad about that. I don't want to think about anyone trying to enter the job market in this economy, regardless of profession, although I imagine that she's looking for work elsewhere as we speak. I mean, this has to be a demotion, because while I don't think intervention teachers are less important, being forcibly removed from a classroom isn't a positive thing, and how humiliating it must be to have to go to work every day and face everyone, including children, who knows that you have been removed from your job. I would rather crawl in a hole and die, frankly.

The secretary said that the principal sent letters home, but we didn't get one. At first I thought, oh, the mail was probably late, but then later I realized, duh, it probably came home with the kids on Friday, which is why we didn't get it. I wonder if she said anything to the kids? She didn't say anything to Josie when Josie told her that we were going to be away on Friday, and I somehow doubt that she would have mentioned it. I mean, how would *THAT* conversation have gone?! I can't wait to see the letter, though, which I assume is waiting for Josie in her cubby.

Since the kids have MSA testing tomorrow, I won't be in the classroom tomorrow, and actually I sent in a note asking if my current schedule is still OK. I'm thinking that they'll probably try and keep as close to the same schedule as they can, but we'll see. I'm interested to meet the new people. After all, it certainly can't get any worse.