Wednesday, July 23, 2008

14/365: L

Mentor?

You couldn’t write a complete sentence.

You told me to estimate report card grades.

You called me the morning of my wedding panicked that I didn’t get my absence excused. Um, taken care of.

6 comments:

shoeaddict said...

I'd be PISSED if my treachers estimated my report card grades! Unless it was Chemistry and he was estimating UP!

The morning OF?

Kate said...

Shoeaddict, I agree and I was horrified when she suggested it. This was at Don't Care High. I taught there my first year and it was a nightmare. The state was trying to shut down the school back then and fired half the teachers. She was one they kept. She was such an example of everything that was wrong there.

The kids, on the other hand, didn't know or care what grade they earned or received. Sad, but true.

Kate said...

And yes, it was the morning OF our wedding. We got married on Friday so it was a work day. I told her it was under control. And then K took my phone from me for the rest of the day.

I was actually pretty proud of myself for staying calm about it. I got to a point where I decided that if someone decided that all the preparations I'd done weren't enough and I came back to no job, well, I'd live.

dmd said...

I can't even remember her first name. She was a disgrace. I wonder if she'll somehow still be there next year. Hope she calls me again to ask where the supplies that were ordered 4 years ago are. Um. I haven't worked there since 2005. I don't know where your shit is, woman.

Kate said...

DMD, I bet they will keep her. And the hall-monitor. The worst possible teachers EVER.

I would love to be there to hear what you would say if she called you. Again.

dmd said...

seriously. I don't know where her glassware is. Or her balances. Or the microscopes. Or the remotes...oh. wait...