My first day back at work was not so inspiring. I met with my English writing team briefly, then a teacher-parent who wanted special treatment for her daughter. That took a few hours. I don't actually mind these type of parents - I can see myself in them. But B, my colleague (I'm giving her a name now, but she's going to be a character in many scenes... sigh), didn't want to give her what she wanted on principle. I didn't argue it too much, because she was probably right - we didn't really want to open that can of worms. I argued for the parent, but I didn't push it - then we got input form the counselor and the principal - and they didn't want to give the parent what she wanted. The parent wanted us to retest her daughter because the teacher was unfair and mean, the daughter was demotivated, she wanted the year to start better for her.
B wanted to reassess all the students because it seemed we didn't have valid data.
Oh god.
At home I was exhausted. I was putting Tuana down and Tomris came running into the room:
"Mom, I heard Jesus in my belly- I mean my heart!"
"Yeah? What did he say?"
"He said ... Today is a beautiful day. And, geçmis olsun for my head."
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