The Director of Special Ed...aka...The Screaming Banshee

YESTERDAY...So, the director of special ed, whom, some of you may recall told me the paperwork was an important as the kids, has firmly placed me on her hit list. Whatever.

I took my files from last year's students to the high school, just as I have done the previous 3 years. I left them with the secretaries in a banker's box, clearly marked.

The files got misplaced over the summer. She insists I didn't deliver them. The secretaries remember me coming in over the summer, and the science teacher on my team also remembers me boxing them up.

As it turns out, the last 5 files I had to write I hadn't packed up in the same box. When unpacking my room, I found them, took them to the director's assistant, put them on her desk. E-mailed her to let her know I had put them there. She took them to the high school.

I get a call from director--the day I am dealing with a minor melt-down of my own--reaming me for not bringing those 5 files over. I repeatedly tell her they were placed on the desk. She doesn't come out and call me a liar, but it is certainly implied.

I tell her that while I may have some faults, as all humans do, I am not a liar. I can fess up to my shortcomings and deal with them face-to-face. She goes ballastic about my not taking the paperwork seriously enough. Uh-huh. Well, I don't take it as seriously as I take my kids, but, again, whatever.

TODAY
Director's assistant comes in to talk to me. She told me that the secretaries told her I dropped off files at the high school, and she told the director, AND that she told the director she did have the files on her desk and I was being totally honest about the entire thing.

I am so relieved that the director has been told this by her very trustworthy assistant.

But I am not expecting a phone call apologizing.