It’s a family affront.

I guess the break didn’t ease any of the tensions around here. I had to make another trip to the work room during my planning period, and I came across another caustic conversation.

Student (speed walking out of a classroom, arms shooting to her side): You’re not my mother!

Teacher’s voice form the classroom: Thank God!

Strange—not the episode that I was witnessing--but the teacher did sound like MY mother. That’s a story for another day.