Since all of the excitement back in the fall, going to work every morning has been quite a chore. Every morning, I’ve had to suck it up and go in wait to see the administrators who enabled that rotten bastard of a kid to terrorize my daughter and entire family. They have a difficult time looking me in the eye, and they don’t dare ask about Sarah. The worst part is when the rotten bastard himself either smirks or glares at me, as if I’ve done something wrong.

In the meantime, I’ve kept myself busy trying to keep things at home on the road to normalcy. Thankfully, everything seems to be falling into place here. Sarah is stable and is making great strides in her therapy. We have no idea how long her therapy will last, but I imagine it will go on for quite some time.

In order to further take care of healing this family, I spent part of this afternoon filling out the forms for a transfer for next school year. I’d put in for a transfer last year, and it didn’t happen. I now know that there was a reason for me staying behind another year. I also know that it’s now time for me to move on.

I have to think of it as moving on, instead of getting the hell out of the place. I believe that putting a positive spin on it will make it easier for me to hang in there for the next 12 weeks. I can do anything for 12 weeks. Then, I’ll have the summer off, which I really will take advantage of this year, and make a fresh start at a new school. It’s all going to be good—I just know it.