So, which do you want first, the good news, the bad news, or the psycho principal update?
Alright. The good news. In the midst of it all, some teachers have managed to form a boys’ and a girls’ basketball team…and they’re both pretty good. Taurus, the boy who might as well be my son, is the captain and emotional leader of the boys’ team and I am thisclose to yelling out, “That’s my boy!” at the games.
At the game Thursday, the infamous Trevon (who now goes to another school even though his house is literally 10 feet away from our school) showed up with like 15 boys I’ve never seen before. First thought: yay! Community support! Second thought: Oh. Crap.
The bad news. After the game was over, Trevon and his…I don’t even know what to call them. Henchmen? Soldiers? Dummies who blindly follow a 14 year old goofball? Anyway, Trevon and his “people” surrounded the other team’s bus and started throwing up gang signs (Me: Trevon! Put the Jazz Hands away!) Cops had to be called. It was just a stupid mess and I am so angry with him for it.
In fact, I know this is going to sound crazy to pretty much everyone, but today I saw him outside his house and I dragged him by the ear down the steps to yell at him. I’ve been grabbing this boy’s ears for 3 years, and it was weird to realize he’s like 4 inches taller than me now. He’s gotten so huge and old. I’m watching him self-destruct and I don’t know whether to scream or cry.
And on to the psycho principal update. We had scheduled a Halloween Dance, which we had to call Octoberfest. We decided on Monday that she was going to find some dumb reason to cancel it. And, of course, she did. She wanted the kids to go home early because Halloween is dangerous. Okay! We teachers have an idea! Let’s have the dance during school hours!
Hahahaha. You morons. (Okay, she didn’t say “morons” but her tone implied such.) That is INSTRUCTIONAL TIME. We can’t take away from INSTRUCTIONAL TIME for ACTIVITIES.
Okay, fine, whatever. You’re an idiot. We hate you.
But that’s not even the best part. She called me to the office before she cancelled the dance to talk to me about the dance (even though I wasn’t even in charge…unimportant.) I walked into her office and her opening line was, “I am so disappointed in you this year. You have been rebellious and defiant.”
Me: Well, that’s what happens when people attack me for no reason.
Her: Youre not following your curriculum. And I know you called the Social Studies office when you should listen to your IST.
Me: How would you know? I’ve never seen you in my classroom. And my IST was misinformed. She’s the one who told me to call.
Her: Okay, well what about SGA?
Me: I went to the meeting and asked to speak with you about it and you never got back to me.
Her: WELL. I have things to do. I’m a busy person.
Me: Oh, well I just sit around and twiddle my thumbs.
Her: YOU DON”T KNOW WHAT ALL I HAVE TO DO.
Me: I didn’t say I did. But I also have things to do besides wait on you.
Her: Clearly this conversation is going nowhere.
Me: Clearly.
But later on in the day, she came to me and hugged me THREE separate times. It was one of those things where you’re so weirded out that you just go with it because you don’t know what else to do. I don’t think she can decide to think of me as her daughter or her arch-nemesis. (Hey! I’ve got a crazy thought! Think of me as a co-worker! What!!)
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