I'm covered in lights
Because the air is out and I wear dressy clothes to school, I generally look like a hot mess when I leave the classroom. Today was no exception; the makeup I didn't cry off in second period I'd sweated off by fourth, and the lining of my skirt was plastered to my legs by sixth. My hair escaped major damage, but I'd put it back in a ponytail to offset any possible frizz.
In fifth period, my coteacher pulled me aside. "We can't test the kids like this," she whispered. "Go talk to [HAP] and see if he'll switch the room."
I didn't.
But not for lack of trying! Or at least thinking about trying. I went to the grade-level office, turned in some referrals, and stopped in his doorway to say hello to him. Then I left, thought better of it, went back in, thought better of that, and left again after executing a bizarre pirouette in his doorway. He probably thinks I'm an idiot.
But the thing is, I'm still freaked out about those FCAT essays! The ones I was supposed to score but didn't because I'm not trained on the rubric, and my direct AP knows it but HAP doesn't, and I just dumped them by his mailbox, unscored, without so much as a warning because by the time I'd thought to add one, I'd been forcibly banned from campus. So now he probably thinks I'm an idiot, and not just an idiot but an idiot who flagrantly disobeys the writing department. And I haven't talked to him about it because I'm afraid he'll be disappointed, but I rationally know he'll be even more disappointed if I don't talk to him -- and I also know his disappointment only really matters if he ever becomes a principal and is in a position to offer me a job, which...I wouldn't. But he did once. So. Chances are somewhat more than slim, I guess.
But I'm still dreading the day those papers come back.
In fifth period, my coteacher pulled me aside. "We can't test the kids like this," she whispered. "Go talk to [HAP] and see if he'll switch the room."
I didn't.
But not for lack of trying! Or at least thinking about trying. I went to the grade-level office, turned in some referrals, and stopped in his doorway to say hello to him. Then I left, thought better of it, went back in, thought better of that, and left again after executing a bizarre pirouette in his doorway. He probably thinks I'm an idiot.
But the thing is, I'm still freaked out about those FCAT essays! The ones I was supposed to score but didn't because I'm not trained on the rubric, and my direct AP knows it but HAP doesn't, and I just dumped them by his mailbox, unscored, without so much as a warning because by the time I'd thought to add one, I'd been forcibly banned from campus. So now he probably thinks I'm an idiot, and not just an idiot but an idiot who flagrantly disobeys the writing department. And I haven't talked to him about it because I'm afraid he'll be disappointed, but I rationally know he'll be even more disappointed if I don't talk to him -- and I also know his disappointment only really matters if he ever becomes a principal and is in a position to offer me a job, which...I wouldn't. But he did once. So. Chances are somewhat more than slim, I guess.
But I'm still dreading the day those papers come back.