Somehow, I have managed to tame most of the means. I'm not saying they have grown souls that love, but we've reached a sense of survival. Soon, I think our little society will even thrive. After we get rid of the head mean. Bulletproof, the assistant principal has promised to transfer her out when the quarter ends tomorrow. When I see Bulletproof in the halls, I remind him that head mean has a name that rhymes with "Go away".
So that is what I will call her.
Go away is out of control. She's made it personal. She's made remarks about my sex life and indicated that the only reason I could possibly request that her classmate put her cell phone away during class is that I "ain't got no life". Today's referral went to Bulletproof with the request that he put her before a firing squad before removing her from my class. If she remains in my class (which she will not), I will follow the process to file harassment charges.
This is not a post where you tell me what I did wrong, I've mulled that over for nine weeks. This is a post where you commiserate. Got it? Commiserate.