never leaving well enough alone
At the meeting after school today, all I could do was pester the principal. He asked the students why not everybody shows up to take the high school exit exam, and I was all over his ass about how confusing it was when to show up and how not impossible to make everybody show up (I even suggested forming a focus group to address it - am I insane?). Mark, the special ed teacher, could barely contain his laughter - he was loving it. (Before the meeting, Mark & I were talking about how the district needs a few good lawsuits to get them to stop violating civil rights.)
Nobody stands up to Mr. Principal Man, and I'm getting ready to take a shitload of heat. Bring it. But then I realized that Charlotte my work buddy was right - Mr. Principal Man is afraid of smart women. His reaction for the rest of the meeting was to make me the audience of all his information (he made only eye contact with me) - he sees me as a peer, and that threatens him. He knows I'm smarter than him and much better with kids than him and that kind of intimidates him and kind of makes him respect me simultaneously. He will breathe a major sigh of relief when he knows I'm not coming back - but, he still has 16 more weeks to deal with me. So, bring it.
Flanders, the Asst. Principal, tried to give me shit about parent phone calls today, saying they'll be putting "memos in files" of teachers not complying. I said, "Thanks for warning me. So now I know the consequences. I have 20,000 other things to do besides write names on a piece of paper to turn in." He didn't like that one bit, but screw him. He's trying to play like he's looking out for my interests, but he'd just trying to manipulate me, and I see through him and I ain't playin. Bring it.
Dayton is STILL PISSED OFF with me but he ends with "But I'm looking forward to seeing you." WTF? Make up your damn mind. I should probably stay with Morris, but that would definitely piss Dayton off even more. Morris adores me and caters to my every whim (he's a Cancer). Dayton and I are due for a huge blow-up when I get there, especially because I told him that my money and my life is none of his damn business and we will NOT be discussing it any more. Bring it.
I sent a snippety email to my prof, saying I will turn in my big paper and if it's not to his satisfaction that I'd modify it (which, I would, because I just wrote any old thing to get it done). He said, "I'm sure whatever you did is fine." Great, now he's gone to passive aggressive. That's ok, because I can fight that too. Bring it.
I called a parent whose son skips my class every single day because he goes to work. The father (only Spanish-speaking) was so happy to hear from me - nice guy, and patient with my hablar. So then I started calling parents of all the kids who bug me, which will make them all have tantrums tomorrow. Yeah, yeah, you know. Bring it.
On to class now. But I like everybody there (all women, BTW - why are women so superior to men about so not getting into fights with me??) so there will be no bringing, except of banana bread.
Even my students - I have only one girl who pushes it, and I get her totally. She bugs, but I understand her underlying need for approval. Where are the obnoxious teenage girls I hear so much about? It's those damn immature boys that need a good spanking. Including the 62-year-old Mr. Principal Man.
Why can't I just leave well enough alone? Why can't I shut the hell up around men in authority, or apologize to my boyfriend when he's upset, or let my students just be?
Because my superpower tool is the cattle prod. Electrified. It's exhausting to be me, but what's my other option?
Nobody stands up to Mr. Principal Man, and I'm getting ready to take a shitload of heat. Bring it. But then I realized that Charlotte my work buddy was right - Mr. Principal Man is afraid of smart women. His reaction for the rest of the meeting was to make me the audience of all his information (he made only eye contact with me) - he sees me as a peer, and that threatens him. He knows I'm smarter than him and much better with kids than him and that kind of intimidates him and kind of makes him respect me simultaneously. He will breathe a major sigh of relief when he knows I'm not coming back - but, he still has 16 more weeks to deal with me. So, bring it.
Flanders, the Asst. Principal, tried to give me shit about parent phone calls today, saying they'll be putting "memos in files" of teachers not complying. I said, "Thanks for warning me. So now I know the consequences. I have 20,000 other things to do besides write names on a piece of paper to turn in." He didn't like that one bit, but screw him. He's trying to play like he's looking out for my interests, but he'd just trying to manipulate me, and I see through him and I ain't playin. Bring it.
Dayton is STILL PISSED OFF with me but he ends with "But I'm looking forward to seeing you." WTF? Make up your damn mind. I should probably stay with Morris, but that would definitely piss Dayton off even more. Morris adores me and caters to my every whim (he's a Cancer). Dayton and I are due for a huge blow-up when I get there, especially because I told him that my money and my life is none of his damn business and we will NOT be discussing it any more. Bring it.
I sent a snippety email to my prof, saying I will turn in my big paper and if it's not to his satisfaction that I'd modify it (which, I would, because I just wrote any old thing to get it done). He said, "I'm sure whatever you did is fine." Great, now he's gone to passive aggressive. That's ok, because I can fight that too. Bring it.
I called a parent whose son skips my class every single day because he goes to work. The father (only Spanish-speaking) was so happy to hear from me - nice guy, and patient with my hablar. So then I started calling parents of all the kids who bug me, which will make them all have tantrums tomorrow. Yeah, yeah, you know. Bring it.
On to class now. But I like everybody there (all women, BTW - why are women so superior to men about so not getting into fights with me??) so there will be no bringing, except of banana bread.
Even my students - I have only one girl who pushes it, and I get her totally. She bugs, but I understand her underlying need for approval. Where are the obnoxious teenage girls I hear so much about? It's those damn immature boys that need a good spanking. Including the 62-year-old Mr. Principal Man.
Why can't I just leave well enough alone? Why can't I shut the hell up around men in authority, or apologize to my boyfriend when he's upset, or let my students just be?
Because my superpower tool is the cattle prod. Electrified. It's exhausting to be me, but what's my other option?
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