First, there was this compliment from the assistant region superintendent. Number three really was a truth.
Yesterday, it was the question I have been anticipating for two years and one day: Are you ready to throw your name in for an assistant principal promotion?
Can I get a Hell Yeah? an AMEN? a witness?
I’m on cloud nine.
Now, if only some old fart would retire or die for the opportunity to present itself.
One caution… be careful what you ask for little girl… with every promotion I ever had I actually took a cut in pay (if you added all the extra hours plus additional stress the new job required. And you could be that old fart someday yourself… so lean on the retirement part in your prayers.
I give you a big hell-to-the-yeah, in caps even if it gets you out of the ghetto! I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you…..
I realized (belatedly) that my first comment makes me sound like a pompous ass (which of course I can be) but I did not mean it that way. A feeble attempt at truth-turned-humor that fell short…
I wish you well on that upward (however thankless) climb on the ladder of success. It’s just at 61… been there/done that and I forget you haven’t… and definitely need your turn.