The bogeyman looks so real...
Dreamed that I was sitting in my principal's office, with her, my AP, and the other team leaders. It was the day after the kids went to Manhattan for their first ballroom dance lesson - and loved every minute of it. It was a robotics day.
We were talking about the fact that we are expanding again, adding another sixth grade class next year, and how we'll need to add more staff again, and so on.
And then my principal said that even though we were expanding, our budget wasn't increasing: we'd be getting the exact same amount of money, but 25 more kids. And therefore, we were going to cut all enrichment programs. No ballroom dance next year. No robotics. No chess. No art. No Dreamyards.
I asked a few this can't be real questions. It was real (in my dream).
"If that's true, then I quit," I said.
And I quit teaching.
I woke up angry, my heart pounding.