Every teacher you will ever meet hates one thing. Outsiders in your classroom. They have no place. Your classroom is your kingdom and any outsider, even if it’s your Assistant Principal, is an invader and must be taken down with fire. It’s even worse when you’re told that the fuckin superintendent is coming in. Thankfully, I was not guaranteed such visit. Instead I had the death by a thousand paper cuts type of thing.

Recently our superintendent was coming in for her bi-annual visit. Being up for tenure, I was told there was a chance she could come in. To add fuel to the already growing fire, she would be coming to my department meeting where I would be presenting. The following period would be a separate meeting where, you guessed it, I would have to present. All signs pointed to the fact that the cock gobbler of Satan would know who I was by the end of the day.

All day I kept trying to find out when this person would be sinking their talons into our building. Most of the day comes and goes and I don’t hear anything. Then it comes time to out the usual dog and pony show on. I have my nice studded collar on. Yeah I would rather be the dog than the pony. I see myself being one of those really cool Golden Retrievers in a middle class family. But not one of those super annoyingly white families, one of those more relaxed families that let the edgy middle child name me Slagathor or something instead of Bubbles or Sparkles or some shit.

Back to the story, take a wild fuckin guess who isn’t at this meeting. The cock gobbler of Satan themselves. Fine, whatever don’t show up. I don’t care, really I don’t. But here is what really set me off. This shitstain on the worn out underwear I like to call the education system, had the gigantic nutsack to bail out on the meeting I had spent most of the weekend working on. When I say that I spent most of my weekend getting ready for this meeting, I mean I easily spent 10 hours putting shit together. Scanning documents that mean nothing. Uploading them to the cloud. Organizing them in that same cloud. Putting them on a website that I was pegged with creating. (More on that later because that’s a yarn that I would like to hang myself with one day.). Then to top it all off, I’m fielding emails from an admin that barely knows how to turn on a computer, let alone work one. So when I find out that the cock gobbler is not coming to this meeting, I’m ready to kick her off that high horse she came to us on. And believe me, I’m hoping it’s high enough that she breaks her neck.

An email comes down the pike that says this stale ham sandwich of a human is going to be coming to our staff meeting. Fine. Whatever. I already want them dead. So when they skip out on this meeting, my respect is at an all time low. I literally accomplished the fuckin Golden Sombrero when it comes to chances of meeting this person.

This. This single day is the reason I created this blog. So much hate and shit thrown at me over the 5 years I can call myself a teacher and this one day was the straw that broke this camel’s back.

Shit truly runs downhill.