Got the letter and the first-run author's copy of Thresholds and Other Ruminations last week. It's taken me this long to come down from the cloud I've been perched on.
I shared my copy with folks who are important at work: the English Department. We are all very cool people, and we know how to properly use our swear words. I also shared it with Loree the psych teacher and Miggs the French teacher, and I asked them all to keep it on the DL.
We shall see. I also programmed that First Amendment Lawyer into my phone, in the event they summons me to the HR office at 3:20 again. Actually, Gurnie said to never go to a meeting without representation...so I won't this next time.
I keep wanting to come clean with my Principal so he isn't shocked when he finds out. I want him to know that I didn't publish this to stick it to him...but to help other teachers and people who might have similar phobias and issues. I wanted to honor my former and present students for being the troopers that they are. I wanted to speak my mind in the present tense.
*sigh*
Funny how such a good thing could become such a bad thing. I need my job now. I can't afford to pursue my doctoral dream quite yet, and we just got a new house mortgage because of our sudden fire tragedy.
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.
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