September 28, 2012
At age thirty-two, I am still terrified when called to the principal’s office. I have only been sent once in fourth grade, but always was the goody two-shoed type of student, an overachiever and hard worker. But when I was called into the principal’s office yesterday, I still became anxious. Thoughts of “what I did wrong”, or my student teacher situation (her horrid master teacher before me wants her back and is spreading lies about her), or a parent complaint. It turned out that I just needed to tell my side of the art teacher complaint.