I Guess I Got Away With It 👎

I dunno why I’m making it out to be like I did something naughty. I even took an actual 15-minute break at 11:15.

I guess you’re required to take a lunch, anyway. Otherwise, I probably would’ve skipped it. I’d already eaten, I have lots of boxes to do, and I can’t really stay late because I have a fingerprinting date with Evonne at 3:00 in Dover. And I’m to understand the McConnell Center is hard to navigate.

It used to be the middle school.

I’ve seen Evan four times today, but have not really had a chance to say more than “What’s that?!” to his very brightly colored sandwich wrap.

He’s right. He’s a ping pong ball.

Boing.

Boing.

BONK.

That was him bonking me. In the HEAD, preverts!

Ouch.

Sorry. I’m in a much better, goofier mood today because I’m on the right side of things.

I hope to hell Marta is back tomorrow. I’m afraid I’m going to have to go back to the SWH in the morning so Nina can be in receiving.

Don’t get me wrong, I sincerely appreciate Nina swapping out with me, but…why does she think it’s okay to delegate responsibilities to me? She’s been here maybe three months.

Did somebody tell her it was okay?

I’m a bit confused about what my role is, I guess.

I feel weird that I’ve got kids who just barely started kind of telling me what to do. Or is she just asking and I’m misinterpreting? I’m not sure.

I used to supervise seven teacher assistants simultaneously. So it’s just a little odd for me when it seems like everyone’s allowed to direct Leah.

I’m probably going to talk to Eddie about it.