I am SO going there

Forgive me for repeating myself, but it drives me fucking bonkers that the first grade teacher that lives a coatroom away comes into my room as often as 6 times before noon in order to drop off unimportant papers or tell me about some piddly shit. Since our students did a play together last semester, I kind of felt like I had to put up with it, even though when she leaves her room she is not only disturbing my students and me, she is leaving 22 6 year olds unsupervised in her room. She is also racist against blacks, and not in a subtle PC witch hunt kind of way-in a way that continues to surprise me. We ended up doing ANOTHER play together this semester, in part because she alienated her grade level team members through means that are too lengthy to get into here, but it was done purposefully to screw them over and so that she did not have to teach a particular area. When it's all said and done, though, stupid me for not setting limits, because, sure enough, she has tried to live up my ass this semester as well.

Today took the cake. Her third grade son is on vacation this week. Fine. She took off a couple of days to be with him. Fine. (Though I think she has only worked three full weeks this year, and I'm not exaggerating.) Her son has ADHD. OK, that sucks for the kid. She only has him take medicine for school days. Fine, I could actually make the same decision if I had a child who truly had ADHD. She asked if a few weeks ago if he could be the curtain guy for our play, and I said, unsuspectingly, Sure, thinking it would be kind of cute.

DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS????Ya do? Cuz I sure as hell wish I had seen what was coming.

Kudos, you guessed it. She took today off, but came in for the dress rehearsal, which took place in front of a student audience, and sure enough, the little boy was in tow. So...her class had had a sub all day, and there they were, pretty distracted on stage, alongside my class. And there SHE was, on the other side of the stage, and there I was, on the other side, responsible for my class AND AN UNMEDICATED 8 YEAR OLD WITH ADHD (and a water bottle) THAT WAS NEITHER MY STUDENT NOR A RELATIVE. I was also privy to the fact that he has a bladder control problem, so when he began hopping up and down saying "I have to pee NOW", I escorted him down into the audience and chose an older student to bring him to the bathroom, hoping the whole goddam time that I could get back on stage quick enough for the scene change. Before his second trip to the bathroom, he popped on and off the side landing and also managed to piss me off by grabbing the curtain rope, and whining, "I'LL do it, I'LL do it," even though he had been pretty active playing with his water bottle and missing cues. I don't blame him, though, but his f*cking c*nt of a mother, and I gotta tell ya, that's only the second time I've used the "c" word in my life.