School is out.
I'm now done and transferring to another school in TK (4 year olds) about which I feel very positive, so all my possessions are stored, packed, and frankly going to be given away over the next months or saved for my own children-if they want something like 20 whiteboards. I did a lot of that packing which pleases me that I physically held up-and my kids did the rest, and my daughter Sylvia a ton. My husband took it to storage having only an hour or so free.
These are rather boring details. 65 huge garbage bags I tossed, and every single third grade file. I will never return to third grade. I will never remove the awful taste from my mouth.

Right before I left I was told, among other things,  that  I never do anything there, I'm an ungrateful taker, - by some peers, but actually over twenty years I did quite a bit at the school. Our records show over $60,000 in buying alone for that time for student supplies. This also included ten years of after school, only five paid, two major art fairs and jobs on leadership, so on, so on, even this year teaching five months at 7 AM unpaid and unrecognized, I have no intention of recounting my value.
Oh well. It's a leadership issue.

On my last day I walked out leaving a room I worked hard to clean, and a class I cared for at the glass doors going to summer, and served to the best of my ability.

Friday, the next day, I had my teeth out, five that are in bad shape, four are wisdom teeth. They were broken and decayed really, and have been giving me a month of intense pain and infection. Much longer really. When i was young 4 permanent teeth were removed for braces. I rode a city bus by myself to do it, rode it home after packed with gauze and a man removed them with me fully awake as he smoked a cigar. It traumatized me. My parents, especially my father, could not be there for me even in removing permanent teeth. My father was never "there". And that haunted me. I hope I faced this allowing that to be faced. I could not do this dental removal now and work, move the room, and do what I needed to do with extraction recovery needed-he predicted a two week rest necessary. So I had to wait and endure it-the pain in the month was very hard. The bottom two were extremely difficult to extract, and now my face is very swollen, loads of pain. I hope I fight the obvious infection. It's over with except for the healing and the ongoing dental stuff. Good riddenance.

I could not get them out-the wisdom teeth- when I was younger. No money after Dad divorced and ruined my mother. She had nothing for her care. And boy, did he love that.. Now I used my insurance but my teeth are in very poor shape. I have a poor inheritance-my mom lost all her teeth, and we'll see how it goes. Not the best thing.

Like anything you are trying to cope with and fix, it's part of getting older. Downhills.
I have a list of things to try and attend to, how lovely it would have been to have worked with friends and in the same room as some built for themselves in my previous school.  How nice to have support or someone to share with.

Quite a few children wished me well, a card came from them with over a hundred signing their goodbyes, after working at the school 20 years, longer than most, that was really nice.

I hope they build themselves an arts program, they really need it.


I hope my teeth improve. Because I have issues it's going to be very tough overcoming the infections. Being off for summer is nice. I am truly glad for that.