There's a new sheriff in town.

There are people at my school who I don’t recognize. There are people at my school who completely miss one of the history teacher’s jokes. There are people at my school who have changed the atmosphere.

Our new administration arrived yesterday.

I know I complained previously about not being able to accomplish anything without a director, but this may be the end of the dog-and-pony-shows that were my English classes. I took comfort in the fact that an absent director meant that no one could ever tell me I was doing my job wrong. An absent director meant I could teach and discipline my kids the way in which I wanted. An absent director meant I wasn’t concerned about someone telling me the friendly relationship I have with my students was inappropriate. 

I biked to school this afternoon expecting an easy class period. I was walking on eggshells as soon as I saw the director’s moto outside his office. Right now, we’re all not quite sure what to expect. Our old director was reliably unreliable. 

They say that you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. It was gone the moment my students starting getting their hands hit as punishment for tardiness.