(No leg progress. My PT has essentially given up, considering over 2 months of weekly treatment has essentially done nothing to diminish the pain. I have a doctor's appointment next week and will most likely get a steroid shot to try to help the pain as my next step. If that doesn't work.....surgery?)
As our country's and my state's financial situation continues to look increasingly bleak, I knew I didn't have a hope of getting through unscathed.
Our district has been pretty open with us and the union has made sure we understand this whole unhappy process.
Still, getting called in yesterday to told that I'm getting laid off wasn't the greatest experience. My principal was wonderful, telling me how much she would like to keep me on staff and how the district really does want to keep good, young teachers, but it's out of her hands. It isn't a good time to be a new teacher. Despite stellar evaluations and lots of hard work, she wanted to warn me that I would be getting a pink slip.
Sure enough, a very nice mail man came today with a special envelope just for me. As I signed for it, he told me that he had a lot to deliver today. With over 200 layoffs happening in our district and thousands statewide, it's not a surprise. There is a statewide effort to wear pink this coming friday, which is the last official day districts can hand out pink slips.
My biggest surprise in all this- A pink slip isn't pink?!?
Did everyone already know this? I was 100% expecting a slip of pink paper that announced my termination of employment. I was a little disappointed, to be honest :) At first that worried me, because I was afraid that, instead of a pink slip, they had sent me a non-reelection notice- which simply means they don't want me back for next year- and that I have no rights to try to get rehired.
So, now I have a decision to make. I have to figure out if I want to wait and hope to get rehired once the budget gets straightened up or if I want to try my luck in a district, or even a new kind of job while I'm waiting for the budget to get better. It is pretty frustrating to find something that I love and that I'm actually pretty good at and possibly not be able to do that next year.
I have hope, though. There have to be jobs for teachers, somewhere.