My new school is an "F" school

After 16 years as media specialist at a nice comfy media center in a small town in central Florida, I was cast out.  I didn't do anything wrong, but the county didn't want media specialists any more.  My school had a mixed history with grades, from C to B to C to B.  I liked it there.  I liked the people I worked with.  I liked the kids.  But when the county had to go through yet another round of cuts, I had to leave.  It broke my heart.
But I didn't go to graduate school just for the fun.  Although it was fun.  I'm a librarian.  It's what I've always wanted to be.  So when I found out I wasn't going to be able to stay, I started applying for other jobs.  And I was offered a new job as a media specialist at a different school in a different county.  The county I actually live in.  It's closer to home.  It's more money.  It's a newer school.  It's a similar population, with high poverty.

Yesterday school grades came out.  My new school got an "F".  My old school got a "D".  It doesn't matter whether the state changes the rules every year.  It doesn't matter whether the kids care what grade their school gets.  Grades for schools are a fact of life.

Now I need to figure out what I can do to help my new school improve.  I need to be the best media specialist I can be.

I had intended to dust this blog off and talk about various fiber projects.  And I do intend to talk about fiber too.  It is my other passion.  But my kids need me.  And I haven't even met them yet.