Moving on
On Friday the headmaster called me into his office. He told me that the new deputy head teacher appointed last week would be taking over my classes and that I was no longer needed at the school.
The news came as a shock because I was expecting to be given a permanent contract. As much as I hate the school I figured it would be best to stay with the devil I know and get qualified teaching status before moving on.
Now I feel like a fish out of water. It is nerve wracking to be out of a job without another lined up. How long will I be flapping about before I find another post? With luck the agency I am registered with will to put me in touch with some schools in the next month and I can take it from there.
Despite the worry of being unemployed I must say that I feel immensely relieved to be out of the school. It was an absolutely soul-destroying place to work. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I am looking forward to finding another job.
The only thing I am not happy about is moving out. I live in a lovely quiet house that would be next to impossible to find elsewhere for the price I am paying. It is a one in a million find. If there is any consolation to be had, it is that I could move to a nicer part of England. Gravesend is nothing to write home about.
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Two words flashed through my mind reading this:
"Shit!"
"Congratulations!"
The feel of this picture shows optimism, and it says a lot about how you really feel. Like I said before, you can't lie to your own heart. Moving on is good, Martin, and to be honest with you, I am tempted to end my contract with this job in a few days. If I don't, I will need to work for another semester, which will be painful, and to pay for three months' salary as a fine of breaching a contract in the middle of an academic year.
Best wishes to you.