DeadpanAnn (old blogger version)

Today was the most bizarre day of work I've had all year. If blogs were private things that could only be seen by the people I chose to let see it, I'd tell all. Oh, I'd tell all, and it would be a joy for me to write and for you to read. It's killing me to hold back on what could be such a splendidly entertaining post.


Now I know how HM feels about the work gossip she's always promising Mable.

I'll say this: Today I-- no, the entire faculty and student body-- witnessed what I believe was an honest to God nervous breakdown.

Said breakdown took place right next to my room over the course of the day, and I was being evaluated or observed by someone different every period. With each new period the breakdown became more intense and impossible to ignore, and with each new period a new clipboard carrying evaluator strolled in to take notes on my performance. Evaluations and observations are always high pressure anyway. Add an insane person demanding your attention while you're trying to look professional, and it really tests you.

One clipboard carrier came up to me after a class and said that it was "excellent" and "a real pleasure to watch." Then she realized that one of my students had stolen her purse, and scurried off down the hallway to maybe retrieve it.

I love my job.