Meeting

Well, it's now 8:41 and I'm almost done with my meeting. The only thing is that I'm the only one having the meeting! Tweedle dumb must have forgotten. Or maybe he isn't here. The other two are gone today. Oh well, it's par for the course here.

It would have been more worthless "Well, tell me what you think" crap. Nothing would change but at least I could "have a dialog" as he loves to say. Only he would have said it as "have some, you know, uh, dialog. It's always good to, uh, have open lines of communications. I've always said that. You must have dialog. And you people do a great job of that. I'm blessed to work here. And as long as I'm here I'll have an open dialog with anyone. Oh yeah, fight for your programs." That's basically all he ever says.

I like him, but I have no respect for him. I even caught myself during my first American Lit class yesterday covering my face in shame when he was butchering the announcements over the PA. Listening to him is that difficult. Of course, the students saw this - they all know how painful it is to listen to him - maybe that's why the never do. So I took my hand off my face and just winced at each chop and hack of the English language. (That is still better than our assistant principal. Every time he opens his mouth and speaks with that goofy ass accent of his I hear that twangy "Dadalingding ding ding ding" banjo line from "Deliverance.") What must other legit administrators thing of this tomfoolery that passes for professionalism?

As one teacher here puts it - we're teaching on the Titanic.

Well, it's now 8:50 and my meeting is over. That was productive.