I take a gulp of coffee and resign myself to looking for a new Chumash teacher
This is what I think as I review Goldy Tennenbaum’s letter of resignation. Cleveland. Why Cleveland? That’s a move even I wouldn’t consider. But Goldy is our best and brightest, the real central morah for tenth grade. Tenth grade is tricky for the girls. No one’s treating you with the kid gloves reserved for ninth graders, or the respect 11th graders and 12th graders have earned. But Goldy knows how to get through to the girls, how to give them room to grow, and guide them without stepping on their toes.
I stand up, make myself a strong coffee, and ask the assistant principal, Miriam Roberg, to come in. Wordlessly, I hand her Goldy’s letter.
“…best years of my life… miss you so much…. Bittersweet goodbyes….”
She puts the paper down and looks at me. “This is not good. This is not good at all.”
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