Of course when I was put up for transfer people told me: "You might end up in a better school, someplace where you can teach."
Oh, no. There are worse schools in the City than the Book--and guess where I'm going? An east-side shit hole. I got the re-assignment letter yesterday, and was fortunately off in the mountains of Western Maryland at the time.
I'm probably taking this guy's place.
When I talked to the Assistant Principal at the job fair I just knew I was going to end up at W.C. March. She said "We need 6th, 7th, AND 8th grade English teachers." Of course you do, because nobody wants to go in your damn building without Kevlar and a helmet. I wonder what grade they'll stick me with?