It's Been A Little Crazy...

Friday, we were coming home from our monthly trip to WinCo (why, oh why can't we get one?!) and passed a really bad accident. Or, well, the remains of it, anyway. The paper the next morning detailed what happened and, well, I'm grateful we were a few miles behind it. It had the potential to be much worse. Anyway. As we walked in the door from our excursion, my phone rang. It was the principal from Sammy's school letting us know that Sammy's teacher had been fired that afternoon. Ummmm, what was that? Yup. Fired. Uh...holy cow.

I haven't been the world's biggest fan of his teacher this year. I was telling my sister that she was...fine. That's ever the only word I could use to describe her. Fine. She was a perfectly adequate teacher. Sammy's learning. But things seemed...off, somehow. She wasn't open and warm and fuzzy. Which, I get, is not a requirement, but something you'd HOPE for your kid's first teacher.

I found out last week that she'd given her notice for the end of the year. She said it was completely accepted and the principal "didn't seem anxious" to have her stay. She mentioned it had been a difficult year and she was anxious to move away from the lack of support she felt. Fine. I couldn't say I was totally surprised, she seemed...distracted? but fine. We'd finish out the year and it wouldn't be my concern after that, anyway. The phone call, then, after learning that her notice had already been given, was surprising. I don't pretend to know a lot about the inner workings of schools, but I would think that something extraordinary would have to transpire for a principal to fire a teacher who had already given notice, two months before school ends. I don't know the principal incredibly well, but it doesn't seem they operate from a place of vindictiveness. And what that extraordinary thing could possibly be, I don't know. But Sammy has a new teacher starting today, so we'll see. I do, however, hope she is better than "fine".

In additional crazy yet COMPLETELY unrelated news, we have crazy the second. Our washer broke last week. We bought this washer when we moved to Utah, so nearly four years ago. It has already been fixed, once (the motor had to be replaced about a year post purchase) and I had begun, recently, of dreaming of something better. We got this one because it was affordable and we needed a washer when we moved. End of story. We didn't research (biting in the butt, complete!) and just bought and I've never loved my washer. It was, well, fine. Until it wasn't. We shot a video of the "holy cow is my washer BIRTHING another washer?!" noise and took it in to the repair guys. They all, well, smirked and told us that while not definitive, it seemed most likely to be a transmission problem which would run us between $200-300. For a machine that cost, originally, around $350 and already had an additional $100 motor replaced. Yeah. That wasn't going to happen. So we went and bought a new machine. One without the letters "g" or "e". And while it wasn't a high end machine, every person we talked to said it should perform much, much better and last much, much longer. I believe the words "wouldn't buy a GE machine if my life depended on it" were uttered at least a couple of times. Which is lovely to know. Now. Four years after buying one. I say see ya - have a lovely trip to valley recycling...


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