Like a cat poised to kill its
feathered prey, our former principal patrolled the halls looking to pounce on
her victims. Children were admonished,
threatened and expelled. Teachers were
ridiculed, criticized and demeaned.
She’s not a quiet person but you never quite knew when she’d show up and
we all dreaded her appearance outside our door.
She rarely visited, but she’d lurk, hoping to find something.
After a long and painful five years
under her reign, our new superintendent
listed to our list of horrible stories and reassigned her to another building
and grade level.
We’ve now had new leadership for six
months. We’ve settled into a new set of
expectations. As cold and flu season
came along we realized we many of us shared the feeling of dread when we heard
an adult cough in the hall. Our former
principal had a chronic cough. Probably
from an allergy to children, we all knew if she were out and about we’d hear
her cough. Her cough was as telling as a
bell around a cat’s neck.
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