the struggling vs. the high-falutin'

It's official, my teaching situation has been finalized. In the morning, I'll be working in 'da hood and in the afternoon I'm working in a neighborhood where the average price of a home is well over one million dollars. Seriously, the kids in the morning use ropes to lock their jaloppy bikes (I'm only kind of exaggerating, though I wouldn't be surprised if some of the kids got their bikes from breaking someones lock) and the kids in the afternoon are locking up their expensive Paul Frank bikes with pricey locks (I actually have a PF bike myself). While I have to drive to two school sites everyday, I'm really excited for the opportunity to work with two very different socioeconomic groups. Obviously, the parents in 'da hood tend to be less involved and frankly, absent, while the well to-do parents bring their attorneys to school meetings. As a new teacher, I feel fortunate to experience both right away. While I'm still questioning my decision to teach special education, and I may request a transfer to an elementary school site for next school year, I'm happy that all the drama has subsided and I can now actually focus my attention on the kiddos, that is after all why I decided to teach.