That said, let's line up a few Primo Examples. She cuts kids slack sometimes on deadlines, homework & whatnot. She allows students to be late to her classes if they've just suffered the Slings & Arrows of a Hard-as-Heck test & need a tad more time in the other class to finish up. She Collaborates with Colleagues, sharing data, lesson plans, resources, planning time to Get Things Done. She's done Desk Duty in another Colleague's Classroom, on more than one occasion, when emergencies have arisen.
The way Mrs. Scribe sees it, One Good Turn Deserves Another. And, after all, High School is not a Harvard Med School Practicum, So Let's All Lighten Up a Little, Shall We?
Every so Often, Mrs. Scribe requests that a student come visit her for a Quick Sec during another teacher's class. It's usually No Biggie. The teacher may deny the request, which is OK. Or, he/she may grant the request, but ask the Journalista to come after school to make up missed work.
Such favors are part of the Give & Take of High School. The Way We Roll Around Here. The Rhythm of a Happy Life.
Imagine Our Surprise, therefore, to open up the ol' e-mail the other day and receive the following from a long-time, well-respected, and--heretofore--much-beloved colleague, with whom we've worked, laughed, collaborated & commiserated for More. Than. A. Decade:
"EG just asked to miss AP Lit with a pass from you to work on yearbook. I denied her request and would like to ask that you not indicate to students that my class is unimportant and they can miss it at your whim even if that is what you think. Thanks for respecting my class time."
Oh Jesus, Mary & Joseph! as Our Quite Devout Nana used to say (but she was a Baptist, and didn't think she was taking anyone's Name in Vain). Mrs. Scribe, ever the Collegial Colleague, sent back a short, downright pleasant, note of apology, expecting Little Ms. B. to then realize that she was being A Tad Extreme in her reaction.
Well. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nothin'.
A feeling of Sadness & yes, well, Anger, gnawed at us for a day or so. Still nothin' in the In Box. So we waltzed on up to Little Ms. B. and asked, in Our Nicest Texas Manner (Mama didn't raise no fool!), "You know, I signed the pass, but I really wasn't expecting you to let EG leave to do Yearbook during AP Lit. I know that Core Classes come first. I'd never do that to a friend, ya know."
A flustered Little Ms. B. sputtered something about Back-to-School Nite Stress, etc. She sorta said she was sorry, but not really. Chalk One Up to Experience. Or, if you prefer, take the Sexist Route & Chalk it up to PMS.
And we wonder why THEY think a woman can't lead?