My teacher hates me.

I guess this classifies for a Tales of Hallway Hijinks because it does start in the hallway, but it certainly doesn’t end there. At the very least it’s crappy.

So I’m walking down the history hall when I come across two kids who are supposed to be working on some last second assignment (make-up work, bonus work given by the teacher to save their grade, who knows). Instead, they’re practicing roundhouse kicks and their Hi-Yah’s. Obviously, I sent them back inside their classroom and told their teacher why. As far as I was concerned that was the end of it. So I thought.

It’s the next morning, and I’m greeted with an e-mail cc’d to me in my inbox. It was an e-mail from that teacher to the parents of those kids detailing how I found them in the hall and as a result they were given a referral to their AP’s.

Two things:

First, why am I being dragged more into this than I have to be? I don’t give a crap what the teacher did after I dropped those two kung-fools in his lap. He could have given them ice-cream sundaes for all I cared. It’s the end of the year. The last thing I need is more to concern myself with.

Second, with the way he wrote the e-mail it wasn’t really clear who wrote the kids up. As a matter of fact, he made it sound like I was the one who wrote them up. It said, “He discovered the two in the halls doing the before mentioned, and they were written up.” What does that sound like to you?!

By the two angry messages on my voicemail, I can tell you how the parents interpreted it!