School is Starting

   Summers come and summers go.  In two weeks, I will be returning to school and summer will be over once again.  It's always a strange feeling to suddenly have something to do every day.  This year however, there will be another strange feeling to accompany that one.  This year will be, given that I don't totally fail all my classes (and I think it's pretty safe to say I won't), my last year at school.  Next year, I'm going to be a college student.
   Well, I've already been to town and back (literally) about college, but school is a different thing all together.  I actually look forward to school.  I know some people, in some parts of the world, are all ready back at school, and I admit, I wish I was back at school all ready.  The suspense is KILLING me!
   But things aren't all roses and peaches.  Last week a letter was sent out to me and my classmates discussing some changes that were going to be made at my school.  The first change was one that was no surprise; we'd basically known about it since the end of the last school year in June.  Our life-sciences teacher would be moved to a different school.  Luckily, he was moved to a program in the same building as our school, so he's still in the building, and we do (kinda) get to keep him.
   The next change was firing a part-time teacher who'd only been here a couple years.  He'd taught three different classes, but now he's teaching in Ecuador.  Yes, Ecuador.
   Those two changes are changes that I understand.  I don't like them particularly, but I can understand them.  There was one more change that not only do I not like, I don't understand.  The lowers math teacher, and also my homeroom teacher/advisor, has been moved to a different school, and her place has been filled with another teacher from a third school in the district.
   It makes no sense!  Why not move our new teacher from her school to the school where our old teacher is going and leave our teacher here?  There's no net change in staff.  All this extra shuffling does is take some of the comfort of our school and mix it up.
   I don't like it, but it's going to be better than summer.  After all, I'll get to see my friends every day, and I'll have something to do every day.  I'm actually glad this coming year will be my last.  A thought I never thought I'd share.  I never thought it would be true.  But the fact of the matter is that one of our school districts best, most inclusive, most diverse, most incredible learning environments is being gutted, and the remains are being turned into a conforming level of normal.