This week has been the most stressful time that I have ever had, even moreso than all that crap at Canisius. Tuesday, my health insurance notified me that they stopped covering me in March. (No wonder I haven't been able to fill my prescriptions.) Wednesday, I had a meeting with the director of Early Ed., which I had expecting to be about me still working with Luke next year, even though the state wants to get rid of 1:1 aides.
The meeting went quite differently than I expected. The state is getting rid of 1:1 aides. However, Luke and another child are still staying on and will be getting the support they need; just not from me. The two most senior 1:1 aides have seniority priority over me. Wednesday I felt as though my heart and stomach had been grabbed and wrenched. I was devastated; I still am. Not only was that job absolutely perfect for me, I love my immediate co-workers, and I have a very very very close bond with Luke.
I was offered to stay on through the summer and next year as a sub, but that schedule is unreliable. I am going to leave this summer, and work the summer at respite. As for the fall, respite is going to be opening a new nursery school program, and I'm looking into that, and will probably apply at school districts.
It sucks though; I can't talk to anyone at work about it besides Wanda and Michelle. They don't want the other teachers to know about it yet. As for Luke's family, they know the change is coming, but they don't know that I will be leaving.
It hurts, to have established such rapport and love for this job, only to have it be taken away because of insufficient funding because the state keeps cutting the budget. I wish people understood how important the job really is to the kids we work for and with.
