Not a fun day. On Saturday I got home to an angry message on my phone from my principal, demanding a number of papers and my presence immediately following classes on Monday morning. There had been a mix-up, you see...and since I still want to get a good job reference, I will be telling the story by email only. (And of course, I've already told my notify list. Because I love them!)
The upshot of it all is that I spent a good chunk of tonight updating my Curriculum Vitae and filling out an application form for Lower Gomorrah School Board. It's probably better for me to do this now rather than later. Of course, once I calm down, I may regret it. But I doubt that highly. This is just the end result of many frustrating hours spent in a school where parental opinion - not professional competence - is king.
I never really understood what the word emaciated meant until this weekend.
