What a Nightmare!

Really.  What a nightmare I had last night.
This transition is hard.  I am emotionally whipped.
So last night I had a nightmare that sort of exemplifies the turmoil.  Here is how it went.


I go to my old room and find it empty except for desks in rows, the rag cutter is in pieces on the floor and Aunt Sally is shoved in a corner with a sheet over her.
I try to get he rag cutter back together and while I am sitting there, my old parapro walks in with my replacement teacher.  They look really grim.  My Para sits next to me and tells me that one of the boys is burning his face regularly.
I fight back tears and guess who it is.  My replacement tells me she can't tell me as it is confidential.
I sit back deflated.
I say the kiddo's name again and she nods and then says, "What did you expect?  You did nothing for him for 4 years and you should not come back next year for the sake of the kids."


I think I need a therapist.


I think they have all figured out I was wrong about most things in EBDland.


I think I was not prepared for this.