I need a committee relationship.

It’s a staff development day on this MLK Day, which I guess that means I’m underdeveloped, and that’s fine. In fact, I’m being sent to central office because I’m going to some sort of inaugural meeting for an integrating technology into the classroom committee that I forgot all about. Borrish, the department head, sends so many e-mails our way that they kind of wash over me, but thinking back it seems like she had mentioned something about “being selected.” I guess it wasn’t for that experimental teacher pay raise program that I’ve always dreamed of, right?

I wasn’t the only teacher picked for this honor. One of the math teachers was selected too, except she’s not going. According to her, she has too much to catch up on with her grading.

Really, huh… what’s that like because I have no idea what she’s talking about. What a unique excuse.

And to add insult to, well, insult, she finished with, “Tell me how it goes.”

Why? Why would I do that? Not only do I have to go to this meeting (because it’s my job), but I have to get caught up on grading too, just like any teacher—and you want me to fill you in on what you’re neglecting.

I tell you what, how’s about I kick you in the knee, and you tell me how that goes? How does that sound?