bearer of bad news

Yesterday they sent out a batch of letters to the teachers rehired by the district, and the news was bad: I'm out. No rehire notice, making me one of three teachers with continuing contracts who are out of a job. I'm not bitter--it's been coming for a while, and I've had plenty of time to "process." (What does that mean, exactly? Running it through your neural circuitry? Chopping up experience into tiny bits, so it'll slide down smooth with no foul aftertaste?)

My options, as always, are open. I haven't decided if I'm going to wait it out or go elsewhere. But at least I know my provisional fate.