I'm irate

I was livid mad today.

I got an email at 4:40 that said I was getting a new student. I refuse to go into details that just make me more mad, but I'm not supposed to get an email at 4:40. If I'm getting a new kid, WE AGREED AND IT HAS BEEN SAID that the latest an email can go out is 3:00 pm. So I can get ready.

So I went to my principal, knocked on her door, opened it, told her I was "enraged" and said I would wait until she was done with whoever was in there. So when she was done, I walked in, and said, "I'm enraged."

She replied: "With who? Useless? " (I've decided that Useless has to be the new name for the most USELESS pile of space ever, the "special education" academic coach who is, in fact, the devil. A USELESS PILE OF DEVIL.)

I said, "Yeah, her too. But..." then I proceeded to tell her about the new student. And after that, she asked me, "If I were to have a conversation with Useless tomorrow about how you guys are feeling..."

And my reply? "Well, I doubt you can tell her that we want to stab her in the face with a fork?"

"No, I don't think I can say that."

"Well, can you tell her that she's useless?"

"In my own special way I can."

I feel quite accomplished in this conversation. I got her to get mad about what happened to me at 4:40 today. AND she's going to tell Useless to stop being Useless.