457. Tuesday

 Tuesday. For a start it is Tuesday and so in theory it cannot be worse than Monday (yesterday). So I go to school not too stressed out.

It starts badly though with Miss CPE 'Hello it's me again!' informing me that the mother is still going on about the 2 points missing. It was too late yesterday so today ... I considered the matter settled. I still ponder over the word 'harrassment'. She used it not me but still I think she is correct.

And this is when a colleague pops her head through the door. I nearly scream. This is a completely natural and normal gesture, it is one I appreciate enormously and yet. I have not seen this happen in years. I am shellshocked; especially as she goes on to tell me how much she appreciate my literature cork board and how she looks forward to reading it. We chat a little about literature. I briefly come alive again. It goes to my head it is so weird. I guess I have comeuppance from the bottom of the ocean too fast.

Then I decide to pop into the office of the CPE to collect some more detention forms as this might come in handy. The three detentions have been moved to a more suitable time (suitable for the culprits of course) without my being consulted have still not completed it.

'Don't you know? Open your mail. The head has cancelled them all.'

I will find out later that the girls have been informed right away, before the parents and I have a mail.

I look at the the CPE. They look sheepish. But they are very careful not to give their opinion. But I am ready to give mine.

'What kind of school is this? What is it we are trying to achieve here? Because we are failing! FAILING!'

I am furious. Livid. I leave the school at one, slammed the grid and shout some swear words at the camera above my head. 

Man, this is only Tuesday!!