Student of the Week

I'm getting to work at my usual time (about 5-7 minutes late), when Coach Blonde notices Ms. Latifa's flat tire, and asks if I'll tell Ms. Latifa the bad news. Ms. Latifa, who coincidentally sounds just like Queen Latifa, is our vice principal, and this is a great time for me to suck up. Long story short I offer up my air compressor and look like a hero. Today is also the day I find out how my evauluation went. All good;everything is exceeding or proficient. It's definitely a good evaluation, but I just know my observation could have went better. It makes me wonder how much better I could have scored.

Today's the day for our weekly lunch meeting; the only time the 8th grade teachers can meet with me. It lasts from 1:00-1:30. Today I looked at my watch; I didn't get to say anything until 1:27, what a waste. Just another oppurtunity for our team lead, Ms. Peacock, to ramble on and waste everyone's time. Meetings like these don't get anythign accomplished but chose some dumb student of the week. Then i have to think of something nice to write on the card they get for the kid. It's the worst. Writing sappy inspirational stuff on a card is just that... sappy. Today I drew a smiley face and wrote "Prindiville Approved." I could tell on the look on Ms. Peacock's face that she wasn't pleased. Screw her; if she's not pleased, then I might have finally wrote something good on one of these cards.