Mean Girl

It's official. We have a bully at school.

Unfortunately this bully is a member of the staff and forty years old.

Not even kidding.

She is a mean girl to the core. You know she was that girl in middle school who spread rumors about people and excluded others and was just downright cruel.

It all started last week when she was upset about a decision that was made at a team meeting. (Which she blamed an INDIVIDUAL for making. Um, HELLO?!? It's a TEAM MEETING. TEAM DECISION. WHEN YOU SKIP THE MEETING YOU VETO OPINION.) Then? She cornered me about my Jazzercise prices and how they were too expensive.

I was willing to take the high road.

Today? She made my cooperating teacher cry and made a snide remark in the lunchroom about Jazzercise again- - "I think I might come to jazz tonight... I'd really love to come twice a week but I, JUST. CAN'T. AFFORD. IT."

OKAY LADY. I GET IT. YOU THINK IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE. GUESS WHAT?!?

I DON'T.

Also? I don't manage your family's budget. If you think it's too much money, don't come. SIMPLE AS THAT.

Because I'm a new teacher I'm really trying to keep quiet, go with the flow, and stay under the radar.

Meanie MaGee isn't making it too easy.

If she keeps this up? She's goin' DOWN.

I walked off the middle school playground about twelve years ago and I don't intend on going back.