don't look away

The panic and hysteria is endless.  Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic, but it is tiresome.

I suppose at my old school I didn't understand half of what was going on, so while it was frustrating, I was was forced to adopt a go-with-the-flow attitude.

In an English speaking you'd think I'd know what's going on, but I'm still walking around with my hands up in the air.

I suppose the difference is - in my old school, if I made a mistake, I assume it was my fault - a language misunderstanding.  Here, I'm prone to put up a fight.  I don't want to fight, but I do have long term goals - a truly vested interest when I think of my children coming here.

8am, after my homeroom and during our "no transition" time, I had to leave my room for a minute to pick up the iPads from the office.  I looked at my class and told those that were settling in that they had to get out of the classroom for a minute.  They dutifully file out.  I was back in 20 seconds and the Hawk was already there.
"Did you KNOW kids where in your room UNATTENDED?"
(Gasp!) "I told them to get out."
"Do you want me to talk to them?"
"Sure."
"This one especially!"
"I'll talk to him." (He's a new transfer to my class and has my son's name, so I must protect him.)

Twenty minutes later, the Hawk was in my room observing me.  This is not a negative thing - I'm (almost) always prepared, I'm comfortable in my class, and for some odd reason - she never makes a negative comment, only encouraging.