There she was // big as life standing before us;
Pasted smile stretch under bright red lipstick.
What she said next was a clear harbinger
Of pending storms coming in with a rush.
“I know something about each one of you!”
“I plan to be around for a long time;
I don’t know about all the rest of you!”
Three bombshell statements from her and we knew…
Life under this school principal brought chains.
Vindictive // demanding //she made life hard;
We complained and fussed with no success;
Nothing remained the same // everything changed.
Half of us left // the rest weathered the storm;
She stayed a few years and then she was gone.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
I had nun that was similar to that but trade the lip stick for a ruler and habit. I was glad to see her go…
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Some are like that!
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They were tough back in the day
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Yes!!
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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I’ve had bosses like her and ended similarly. They never stay long, but long enough to leave a lasting mark/scar.
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Oh, you are sooo right! Scars indeed!
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Thank you for reading and your thoughts!
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You are welcome, Dwight!
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My life – at this very moment – year 2. I’m gasping as I read this.
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This too shall pass! Not easily, but it will pass! Hang in there! You will make it!!
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Your final line gives me hope!
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:>)
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Thanks Jilly for sharing this!
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Jilly–my husband endured so many bad administrators, and daughter has a principal who isn’t mean like this, but is totally ineffectual. Hang in there.
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I appreciate your encouraging words!
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🙂
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Sometimes it is easier to change our attitude than to change our job!
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You certainly make me glad I do not share your principal situation!! very nicely told..
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This happened back in the eighties, but the scars are still there!
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Puts me in mind of The Breakfast Club. Always one in the bunch who has to be the big bad boss.
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I guess it makes them feel superior! Thanks for reading and commenting!
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We had one of those at a school I taught in – inflexible, hell bent on ‘setting us right’. Fortunately, our admin moved frequently.
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Yes, and it is worse when you know the administration sent her there to clean house and get rid of the older staff that has difficulty with the changes they want to incorporate!
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Sometimes I wonder, why we even peeped our pants at sightof certain administrators. But they did create a few fun school memories after all; the outlaw days.
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Yes, I got myself into some hot water several time because of what I said!
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I can’t imagine if you had added action.
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That is another different poem to write!
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😂😂 keep them coming!
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I will!
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Sometimes you know right from the start. I think we’ve all been there. Though they are often the people who move on – to better things, let down by the shoddy team in this shabby place. then we can all sigh in relief and get on with doing our jobs.
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Yes, my next principal was a strong caring man who gave us the support we needed!
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I’ve faced bosses like this lady, and told myself – if I don’t think about the last one today, this one will cease to matter too. This too shall pass….
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You are so right!
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Even the harbingers of bad times move on.
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Yes they do!
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I think Sister Floriana (minus the red lipstick) was related to her! The nun who we had in 5th grade….who thought we were such a terrible class that she got herself moved up to 6th grade…..and at the end of that year she still thought we were a terrible class and had herself moved up to 7th grade…..and at the end of that year……my mother moved me to public school!
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Oh, my! You had to have her for three years!! Took awhile for your mom to see the light!!
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Catholic guilt was finally overcome!
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Most chilling is the admittance from the start on how she will rule… sounds more like extortion than leading to me…
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It definitely was an arm of the central office directing what she was to do… Come in and clean house!
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Definitely qualifies as a harbinger, which I’m sure she meant it to be.
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Oh yes, I am sure she did!
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Very engaging write Dwight, mean woman…
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This is so vivid, Dwight. My husband was a math teacher for 37 years in the same school. Every few years, there would be a new superintendent who would decide the school district had to change. I don’t think he ever had anyone who point blank said things like this, but he did have one supervisor who made his life difficult for a year or two.
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Education is like a merry go round. Things go round and round and come back repackaged in a different format!
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That is so true!
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Thanks for sharing your story!
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in this case i see that the forewarning was also the cause, well written poem with deeper meaning
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Yes, it was a rather dark time in my career!
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i am sorry
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Time passes and life is good!
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you always look on the bright side!
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It helps keep the blahs and dahs away!!
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