I'm pretty sure I started the "Are You Freakin' Kidding Me?" category when the blue Prius came to school.
I'll save you the trouble of reading previous posts along that vein by giving you this synopsis: crazy man harassing students and parents at our school; school administration has been less than stellar in its response.
I'm having heart palpitations now. I am grateful my boy is a number of classrooms away from the school entrance. The latest?
The crazy man in the blue Prius parked in the red zone at kindergarten pick-up/drop-off and watched the comings and goings Tuesday. The woman he harassed before went straight to the principal's office. It was a day for the "she" of the s/he interim co-principal. Her reaction? "This is public property. There's nothing we can do about it. If you'd like to contact the police, as a citizen, feel free to do so."
When this guy actually goes and starts picking kids off with a shotgun, or when this guy actually decides to snatch some purty little blonde girl passing by, or when this guy realizes he can get away with a hostage situation, what then? What the f$Skin' then?
I've had enough. I think he has had, too. I think his escalating escapades over the past few weeks have been his way of saying, "Help me before I go too far." I don't know if I can, in good conscience, not spend every waking moment of my life at that school.
As for the interim co-principal? Besides going to the district and shouting at the top of my lungs, "DO SOMETHING," I'm open to any suggestions you have. But you might have to direct tweet me because I don't think they have wi-fi in the school parking lot. Which is, of course, where you'll find me.
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