I've surely prattled on long enough about the closing of the middle school and the debacle surrounding it. With the school year ending in just a few weeks, you'd think I wouldn't have much more to get all riled up about, wouldn't you?
The I'm-not-a-real-one-but-I-play-one-on-paper Acting Superintendent happens to be the brutal HR director for the school district in "real life." I say "brutal" but I could just as easily say "unqualified" or "promoted above her abilities." For one year, when Eldest was in sixth grade, she was the principal at the middle school. She came over to the middle school the year after she had overseen the improprieties during STAR testing at the elementary school she was principal of. Her one year at the middle school was marked by massive disgruntlement among many staffers.
These same staffers are the ones she is now charged with placing since their middle school no longer exists. Ah, revenge is a dish best served cold. And, damn, she is serving it up to many of the teachers. Our wonderful music teacher, the one with the most seniority of all the secondary school music teachers, finally got her assignment for next year at 4 p.m. on Friday. The assignment? She's being split between two different schools.
Yummy, that dish.
We've rallied to her defense, but the I'm-not-a-real-one-but-I-play-one-on-paper Acting Superintendent appears poised to ignore parent missives. None of us who have filled her email box and the board of trustees' email boxes with missives decrying this have heard jackshit back.
It is exhausting, trying to get people, particularly governmental employees with pensions beyond belief who really in good conscience shouldn't get to live far into retirement, to do the right thing.
All this stage setting is to explain my reaction when the assistant principal at the school said a couple of teachers were "uncomfortable" with our parting gift to all students and staff. It's a T-shirt. It's a silly white T-shirt, blank on the back so kids can sign each other's shirts with statements proclaiming undying love for each other and the school.
The front will have the school's mascot on it and a few words:
They closed my middle school and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.
Come on. That's freakin' hilarious given everything that has happened to the kids, the staff, and the parents. And it's something we've talked about at the past three PTA meetings. And now concern is raised?
So my reply to the vice principal was simple:
I look forward to hearing your input on the level of discomfort. Meanwhile, I will keep reorganizing the deck chairs. Yes, snappish I am today.
Summer can't come soon enough.