"Short Lived." The title of the e-mail that greeted me this morning. Less than two work days after having received the best news of my year, I was told that beginning next week I'll be teaching a senior capstone class during my third period.
"Thank you in advance for your flexibility," she says.
So here we go again. Meet all the kids again, prove to them that I'm worth listening to, and deal with the constant coming up with lessons on the fly because I have no idea what I'm doing with that class and will assuredly be given little to no support in how to handle it. I could feel my blood pressure rising as I read the e-mail. I had to loosen the tie and unbutton that top button.