The department meeting turned into something that made me angry and defensive for a good portion of the morning. I didn't enjoy it at all. The whole thing took me by surprise, and I had a hard time remaining cool and collected. Actually, I don't think I remained cool and collected, but I didn't tell anyone to eat my shit, to paraphrase a character from The Help. That should count for something.
Now, I have to go face a classroom of students and try to act like my day hasn't been an exercise in frustration. At least I get to give a quiz and show a film. It should be fairly stress-free. That was my goal for this week of teaching. As little stress as possible.
Saint Marty will try to be poetic tonight. We'll see what he comes up with.
If I had hair, this is what I'd look like |
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