Turtle Indecision

I'm eating way too much. Too much stress. Too much emotional upheaval.

We had dinner with Mrs. Perkins on Wednesday, November 1, and she had me pretty much convinced to transfer there next year. I know she would be supportive. I'd be working as a team with Mr. Baker. It would be so great. But those kids at Westside--ewwww. I read their MySpace stuff. I just don't think I could tolerate the way they talk and think and act.

But I was pretty much considering about going to Westside.

Then I sort of thought I could do one more year at Rutland.

But then Becky told me about a new middle school opening in WR next year and Kimberly knows the principal and is going to talk to her about me. I think that is where my hope is now. It would be a new school, so I'd get to start another new band program. It'd be middle school. And it'd be HOME. Home where the good kids live.

The thing I will hate is leaving Benjamin, Anton, and Zachary. Those are pretty much the only 3 I feel any special obligation toward. There are lots of wonderful students in the band at Rutland, but they aren't really concerned about being great musicians--it doesn't really matter who their teacher is. Benjamin, Anton, and Zachary hunger for musical knowledge and mature musical experiences. I have loved giving them those. But I think it is getting to be time to move on.

No more stupid drummers. No more band parents questioning every single move I make. No more Groves or Welch or Bennett. I know I know--there are always parents to deal with, but I don't think they'll be like these!!! If I get questioned about my ethics one more time, I think I'm just going to scream.

Yep. Time to move on.