Summer’s coming and the winds of change are actually pretty damned unpleasant this year.
The school year is ending for Youngest Spawn: she is preparing to venture forth on her first ever Music Tour.
For those unfamiliar with the practice, it is (for our school) a 5-day “family road trip” filled with musical performances, team building activities, educational side-trips, and some general fun.
This year’s trip, like everything else related to the Music Department this year, is a bitter-sweet finale to the year as it is the last such trip to be lead by the school’s much-loved music director.
There will be a new director: one who has a background with the unique entity that is our music program… and her selection as his successor brings comfort and hope that the Music Family will continue as the incredible force for good it has been since Eldest Spawn was first handed a recorder.
But wait, there’s more…
Music isn’t the only department saying goodbye at our Jr High/High School.
The lead Visual Art teacher is retiring at the end of this year. A fine, kind man who planted the seed of artistic expression in The Third, nurtured it while she was his student, and continued to nurture it even after she moved to a different school.
And… y’know… since that’s not enough… the Language Arts teacher who has kept the drama program alive is also retiring at the end of this year.
So – in case it’s not clear – our Jr High/High School is saying goodbye to its entire Fine Arts instructional staff.
As you may imagine, this is not a situation that brings me joy.
And… y’know… because being Mom isn’t enough…
Our facilities at the Day Job are being cut basically in half. My employment is not in jeopardy (parents, you can put the brakes on the panic) but the location of my desk is… well… pending.
Should I remain in my position, my desk will be moved elsewhere in the building upon completion of construction, remodeling, and reallocation of space.
But… (you knew there was one, didn’t you?)
My own beloved mentor/office manager/dear friend is retiring, too!
Should all the moving parts of our hiring process align (which is somewhere in the vicinity of if all goes according to plan), I will be taking her place.
I have done her job before (while she was away) and she has been actively training me to take over her position for a couple years. Our boss talks about me moving to that position as if he can circumvent the labyrinthine process by sheer force of will. Every member of our work unit believes I am the best person to step into that role.
But none of that changes the fact that she is retiring and, while I may indeed end up in her position, I can never take her place.
More about writing next time…
Thank you for helping pick me up after the winds of change knocked me over. As a very wise woman has told me often…
This, too, shall pass.