- 7 years ago
- Wedding: November 2012
So, today my Fiance walked in the door around 1pm, which was odd because he wasn’t going to be getting home until 9. I was in the apartment cleaning and missed his call. I swear- he looked like someone had died.
He told me that they were not renewing his contract at the school he’s teaching at for next year…. cue heatbreak.
Here’s a bit of a backstory:
My Fiance is a music teacher (mainy vocal and general music) he taught at a HS in southern Jersey where we met, and then they moved him to the middle school. He LOOOVED it down there, they loved him and if nothing had happened, he’d have tenure. Then came the budget cuts… his position was the easiest to eliminate… so there went that.
We then moved north an hour and a half so he could cover a maternity leave in a MS… there was a chance she wasn’t going to come back, but she did. Onto more job hunting.
Finally- he finds a FT job. In the town/school he grew up in no less! This was great! we finally thought we had found the spot we would be in for a while. Things are going so well that he proposes and we start planning our wedding. He receives tons of priase from teachers, students and parents. He was told that his concerts were great and kids who had NO interest in music were starting to get it. Most of them even wanted lessons. Now this was elementary, and while it wasn’t his first choice to be in he was starting to love seeing the excitement on the kid’s faces.
Cut to today… apparantly his principal told him that she didn’t see passion. He didn’t see to “enjoy” being there in elementary. They also went on to say that he had done TONS od great things, and they he would get a glowing reccomendation…
They blew sunshine up his butt since September. Even when I met his principal, they told me how great he was and how you can see how he enjoys teaching.
We’ve moved twice in the almost 3 years we;ve been together, and we don’t want to go through it again but we have no choice. In a perfect world, he would find something still in this area and we wouldn’t have to leave this apartment.
Oh, and not to mention that his original first position that he was laid off from was opened again, but made for some other person who had connections to the school district…
I wish the budgets had never been cut, and that my state didn’t wage a war on teachers. We’d still be in our first apartment and near family… oh wellll.
So now the meeting with our pastor tomorrow about moving the wedding up is not going to be about how we don’t even know when the wedding is going to be and if he’ll still marry us if we’re not going to be living around here. (it was the church Fiance grew up in, so we don’t think that should be an issue.
/end rant & vent.