I wish I could quit at semester. They are really flaking out all around, and through no fault of my own, I get to try to clean up the mess. What irritates me most is that I did something I NEVER do -- I went in last spring and told my boss that it was going to happen, and suggested a solution, which, of course, was too much effort to implement. FAR better to try to scrap a program the week before Christmas and dump everything, then say, "It's all for the best." Unbelievable, simply unbelievable.
I suppose if we water stuff down far enough, we'll reach that magical spot where no child is left behind, whether they want to be, or not.
I can just see it now.
"Okay, now, students, listen up. All you have to do is WALK INTO THE BUILDING AND BREATHE. On the count of three -- everyone, One, Two..."