This morning a meeting was called, prior to our actual start time, to explain that my school was slated for turn-around. I was provided a handout that listed free mental health services and within five minutes I was required to retrieve my students and start my day. 17 years of working within a community , a neighborhood school, commitment, continued degrees, national board certification. Long enough to start to teach the children of former students. Relationships built, baby shower invitations, funerals and burials. My school is identified as a failure, the children failing and teachers, paras, and even the lunchroom lady failures. Starved for support, staying afloat with a wing and a prayer. Welcome to Rahm’s Chicago. I will be replaced, not with someone holding greater credentials or even knowledge but most likely someone cheaper. When graduates return as they do often to tell of us life’s journey no one will know them or how far they have come.