Today was a minimum day, and we spent the afternoon in meetings. There was a bit of Open House information, some messaging clarifications, then we broke into small PLC (professional learning communities for those who don’t know the lingo) and discussed the strengths and weaknesses of our new discipline program.

Upon viewing my group, I already suspected there’d be trouble. Right here in the lounge. With a capital T, that rhymes with P, and that stands for profanity.

Look, I am no angel. I can banter the f-bomb around with the best of them- as evidence herein- but there is one word I never use. The infamous C-Word. No, no, notorious, notorious. I just can’t do it.

So the PLC went on, we talked about good parent communication, and then we got to some inconsistencies, when the timebomb that is colleague X blew. “I am so fucking tired of parents whining and complaining... and then there is this ONE teacher who makes the kids write an infraction essay, throws it away, and doesn’t even give the infraction! They just throw it out like a warning! And I’m giving infractions left and right, and it makes me look like a C*&%!!!”

Granted, she referenced herself, but when you yell the F-word before 8 AM, slam the lounge door, and we hear “shit!” and “goddammit!” all before having our morning lattes... you can’t really say that this one teacher’s action makes you look like a C...

Ay ya ya! We need to be more professional, but this crosses far over the line. My other colleague was speechless, and a third turned her back on the C-word spewer, looked at me, and I kid you not, her eyeballs popped out of her head like on an episode of the Wile E. Coyote. The last statement made by our group.... “did you have something you wanted to add?”
“Yeah, well. No. Forget it.”

I’m going to try.


Happy St Pat’s!