I was never a rip-the-bandaid-off kind of gal. Nope, I chose the path of slowly peeling it off. Somehow it made more sense to me. Though the pain was longer, it was not as much pain. So that was the path I chose.
So that's why I sit here, playing games as opposed to opening the email from my interim principal about the one kid I have been challenged by all year. ALL YEAR.
Yes, the parents that basically bitched me out. The kid that cries all the time.
I have a conference with his mom, the interim principal AND the counselor tomorrow. Quite the alphabet soup that will be in attendance.
Naturally, I am looking forward to this in the way one looks forward to sticking their face in a blender.
At the time the conference was scheduled I wanted it as far away as possible. But, since one cannot escape time, freeze time, the day is upon me.