... We Now Interrupt This Broadcast

... For a Message From the Land of SCREWED.

You know that letter I wrote to the director of elementary education at the superintendent's office?

The DoE, Ms. B, called me just now. She wanted to thank me for writing such a detailed, thorough letter.

And to tell me that it's being passed on to other parties involved in the Process, which apparently is moving forward and there are Several Options Being Considered. I assume this means board members, union people, etc.

And also, that she is contractually obligated to give a copy to Ms. Teacher.

Oh, holy shit. You mean the four page letter where I basically said that she doesn't like children, purposefully ruins their fun during events, does not bother to attend school functions, screwed with my kid's grade, can't be trusted, and screams constantly? Where I said that she was rude to the children, and had created an intolerable situation in the classroom? Where I said that she makes kids cry? The one that I sent to not only her boss, but her boss' boss? The one that will probably follow her throughout her career, at least in this county, if not for the rest of her life?

Oh, shit.

I mean, it's all true, unfortunately, so she totally has been asking for this all year.

But, OH, SHIT. She doesn't have it yet, but she will shortly, which means when I go in there on Thursday (tomorrow!!), she will have read it. I know she knows that people have complained about her in the past, but I'm assuming that since mine is the 'lucky' letter being used as evidence in whatever's going on, no one else has gone to quite the length and depth that I did. Obviously, I knew it would get back to her that I've complained, but I didn't think she'd get a copy of it.

I'm still going in there tomorrow. T liked that book I bought for us to read, and he read an entire chapter (with help) to me yesterday, and then I read one to him. It was the most he's ever done. I was so excited, and he seemed genuinely excited that I had brought him a book. I'm not ditching him. So, in I will go. I might wear a mask, or do the army crawl, but I'm going in.