Do You Hear What I Hear? Part Two

Not the collective sigh of relief that permeated the district yesterday as the cherubs - full of holiday cheer and cupcake sugar - boarded different modes of transportation and got the hell out of dodge - but the gasp of shock and outright outrage at the superintendent of our district who had sent us an email prohibiting us from speaking with a certain reporter from our local newspaper. Right before he, and the board of education, sent us holiday greetings telling us how wonderful we were. Delete.

This reporter has been at odds with the superintendent and the board forever, as has the local paper. I've had the opportunity to speak with him about our paycut and our step freeze - and I have found it refreshing to have someone on our side. For heaven's sake, the legislative representives for our district, at a meeting this week honoring the local bodies of education, told our board that they had a huge number of outstanding teachers, but that got lost because the board was "out of control" and had an agenda all its own. Pow.

I have no idea what caused this action on the part of the superintendent - something happened at the board meeting and the superintendent sent out this email.

After I checked my pocket copy of the Constitution and the attorney I sleep with, I am pretty certain I don't get told by my employers who to talk to. I am sure someone's going to get fired, but in the long run, that someone is going to prevail. BIG time. And I want to watch as the superintendent and the board have to eat it.

That might be the best Christmas present of all.