In a good way.
It didn’t start off that way. I was running late for the weekly staff meeting, looked as frazzled as I felt (hair sticking up, tennis shoes, wrinkled shirt) and sat at the very back of the room hoping no one would see me. So I’m slinking down in my chair and suddenly hear my name. About three or four times a year our principal
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