Well, what a day today was. Just less than 48 hours ago, I blogged about administrators being clueless and out of the classroom too long; I blogged about them making unreasonable requests; and I blogged about them trying to justify their paychecks. I was on quite a roll (See WTF).
Well, today I'm teaching my little kiddos about improper fractions and mixed numbers; we're discussing numerators and denominators; and we're discussing my age (today also happens to be my birthday...and the little elementary student is always ever so curious about the age of their teacher). While we are on the subject of converting mixed numbers to improper fractions and vice versa, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the backside of a very familiar looking head. Not only is it a familiar looking head, but it also happens to be "The Head" Superintendent of my very large school district (walking with a small entourage).
First thought in my head was, "Oh, shit..he's read my blog and he's here to fire me on my birthday, that heartless man." And usually, whenever a supe is at a school, there always seems to be TV news crews videographing his visit. So, naturally my next thought was, "Oh, shit..he's read my blog and he's here to fire me on my birthday for the 6 o'clock news, that heartless man." I tried to play it cool in front of my kids. He didn't even look in through my door, just kept on walking down the hallway, escorted by some tall guy with a bluetooth phone thingy in his ear (What was that guy's purpose anyway? Bodyguard? Secret Service? Offensive Coordinator?). So, I'm a bundle of nerves now. I'm calling improper fractions mixed numbers, whole numbers fractions and generally not making much sense.
It took awhile for me to finally get a grip and settle down. I thought maybe the dude was going to come around for a second pass, but he never did. Whew!! I'm just not good around big wigs. If I had to describe my overall persona and appearance around big wigs, I'd tell you to go rent "Weird Science" and watch the part where Chet gets turned into a pile of ..well, sh...err..poop. That's basically me around big wigs. They weird me out, to use a phrase not from my age group.
So, I guess I'm safe for now and my job is still intact. It would've been a shame, so early in my blogging career, to have to resort to blogging about working the register at the local Wal-Mart. Let me just give notice to all 9 of you readers out there: get a nice visual picture of my mug in your head, because by Sunday, I'll be deep, deep, deep undercover. Don't be surprised if you see an image of "Sponge Bob" in place of my face. And Mr. Supe, if you're reading this, that thing about you being heartless and all? Well, that was just a little poetic license for dramatic purposes. I'm sure you're not heartless at all (insert nervous laughter here).
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Funny how I only saw the back of his head as well...
And I think the guy with the Bluetooth was a member of his entourage. The rest of the group couldn't make it because they had heard that DISD was closed.
He recently went stalking past a long line of us teachers sitting at greeting tables during a parents academy meeting at Woodrow Wilson. He was by himself and didn't even look our way. His look could only be described as thunderous. Though it could have been because the wall outside the 3rd floor cafeteria had just caught on fire.
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