In a World ...

where insanity rules ....

Okay, so we are having a teacher-training day on Friday, but until today, we weren't told what we were going to be doing. We got a notice this morning that said a) they're not going to tell us until Friday; they're asking us to take "a leap of faith," and b) please bring in a picture of our children (or any child we feel connected to; not everyone is a parent) by Thursday, to be used in Friday's session. To which I say:

WTF? I am so not doing this.

Given my current state of mind, this sparked an anxiety attack in me, in which I began to wonder if we're going to be doing some sort of touchy-feely sensitivity thing on Friday, and trust me, I am not doing that. No one wants to see me open up emotionally in public; I don't even like doing that in private, and these days I'm only an inch away, at best, from breaking down at any minute. A picture of my children? Fuggedaboudit. My children are adults, and quite well known in this school, and I would not do this without their consent, which they wouldn't give and I wouldn't ask them to. I was all bent out of shape over this, wanted to talk to the boss but he was out. I got the assistant boss -- the V.P., as it were -- but we really couldn't connect with each other because I don't speak her native tongue, which is apparently Martian. (Well, she's bringing in a picture of her daughter. Well, la de da for her. She is bringing in, no doubt, a professionally taken head shot of her daughter, since I saw one on the desk in her office. I.Am.So.Impressed.)

I'm much better now, because lunch and other conversations with colleagues have informed me that everyone thinks this is very weird and a lot of people are just not doing it. Some said it a lot less nicely than that. I over-reacted, I can see now, but my over-reaction switch is turned on these days, so there's not much I can do about that. But I must remember to avoid talking to the Martian whenever possible. This leaves me with only one administrator in the school I am willing to talk to, who is the boss. Him I like. The others not so much.

I have many missions after school today, and have not yet heard whether or not K's car is fixed. He usually doesn't call until five or so, so that's what I'll expect. I just hope it's not too late to turn in the rental car. Which I'd rather not drive around everywhere, but it's not like I can't drive; it's a car, I'll drive it. It's just that when I turn around to look back to back up or something and I see this huge expanse of empty seats it feels like such a waste. And I'm sure I'm going to hit something, or someone is going to hit me. I want my little car back. Or even K's relatively little car, even if it is a sedan. (I'm not a sedan fan.)

Why hasn't the bell rung yet, hmm? Inquiring minds want to know.


WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1721