And O.M.G. are the natives restless. So are the parents. I arrived at school this morning, early, because I had agreed to cover someone else's morning duty, to find a lovely email from a parent to an administrator, asking to meet with us about "events in the classroom." No mention of what said "events" were. The administrator had responded to the email before I had a chance to see it, stating he was too busy in the next couple of days, but would be happy to meet after that. I freaked out. This particular parent always thinks she is right. (I'm sure she really is always right. The problem is that I always happen to be right, as well.) This particular parent likes to make a big deal about everything. This particular parent does not have a history of letting go of issues that have already been settled. After I freaked out, the bell rang, and I realized I was already late for covering the other teacher's morning duty. I walked down the hal...
A world where pink just makes it better... Un mundo donde rosado simplemente lo hace mejor...