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They announced that one of we five classroom student aides would be transferred next door to the other classroom. I actually wouldn't mind going for a different experience but I don't want to be there for the rest of the school year, which is what it is. I have built some familiar relationships with many of our students and they would probably do fine without me, but maybe not. It mostly sucks because they had to transfer the lowest seniority gal from next door where she was really happy and doing amazing. I knew her from Summer school and she was really cool and great with the autism students. The kids in our class all have different levels of ability and disability but next door is pretty much all severe autism kids. Who are an awesome and interesting population of students as I know from most of my experiences last year, but who need a lot of patience and adaptation in teaching, and I don't know if I have enough experience to be supportive and successful over there. She wanted us to talk about it for some reason and then we'll find out tomorrow who has to go starting Monday. It's like...I can see there would be a lot of positives. It would be easier in many ways. Not as fun or challenging academically, but in different ways. My coworker who has been helping over there said it is really loud a lot of the time with vocalizations. I think the next door teacher should talk to us and tell us what the details are and who she thinks would be best. But they said no, it is already decided by some number crunching higher ups trying to rearrange things after our student passed away and therefore does not need our assistance any longer, God Bless his soul. If I am moved to that room I am going to assign everyone pseudonyms and describe all the interesting characters I work with every day. I just hope that they are all peaceful and not prone to meltdowns or violent outbursts like last year because although I survived that it damaged me physically and emotionally and I am still recovering. They should not put first year/inexperienced newbies in those classrooms. I still hear the repetitive voices in my head, both sad and searching for answers when none are available. Peace.