H.M.S. Whinyboat

I love my job. I adore my kiddos and I have co-workers who are also dear friends. But this year... this year I've had two people shoved in my room. They lost their caseload, and thus their right to their own room. I have to share MY caseload, my second graders that I've taught since Kindergarten. And I've spent the last week waffling between "we'll get through this" to "somebody ain't making it out of this year alive."

Right now I'm leaning heavily towards the "somebody ain't making it" train of thought.