A 35-year-old arts program.
A program that has given countless students an outlet, a new look on life, and, the passion and the drive in the careers that they hold now.
It is a program that was built with love, care, and the type of dedication that people DO NOT HAVE ANYMORE.
And what happens when the Administrative Sharks sink their teeth into the program?
Well, it is very reminiscent of Jaws.
…and The Letter of Doom, Gloom, and Utter Insanity…
….We’re DOWN, we’re BLEEDING, and you kick us in the GUT…
Not ONLY did they give the community false hope of keeping the program alive WITH THE BEST CANDIDATE FOR THE POSITION, (in phone conversations, letters, and Board of Education meetings), they also decided to completely bypass the creator of the program, and not involve him the hiring process. They decided to flex their administrative muscles, and show that, they do not actually have to listen to recommended advice. Rather than hire the people that would benefit the STUDENTS and THE PROGRAM, they just did whatever made them happy. Just. For. Shits. AND. GIGGLES.
Can you spell I-D-I-O-T-S? Because dear friends, I don’t believe these sharks can.
(We use the word substitute because it will take too much ink and money to actually spell out your last name)
It is now August, and we hope your summer was good. Even though we, as an administration, never acknowledged your hard work all year, left you out of the long list of “thank-you’s” that we gave to the entire faculty AND STAFF of the whole building at the end of the year meeting, we’re writing to you now.
We are writing to you, now, at the beginning of August for a very specific reason.
Even though you have worked for our district for the past three years, even though you have been walked on, and underappreciated, and have been treated as though you are an insignificant fly on the wall of the school, we are mandating that you come in for an interview.
Bring your portfolio. Wear your best shoes. And be prepared to beg for your job back.
It makes us happy to see you squirm.
So…..may I remind you of the part one of this saga:
I drove, two hours from my home, for an interview. One of my certifications, is in theater. This is not a common job opportunity in todays economic crisis. Nevertheless, it is my passion, my love, my joy. So I drove two hours from my home, to this potential job interview that was scheduled for 11:30 am. The janitors, and security guards in the building looked at me like I had ten heads when I told them who I was going to meet. The head guard told me, “Ummm….I haven’t seen Mr. X all day ma’am, but you’re welcome to look. Go on up.”
I went up.
It was a ghost town.
Aint THAT PEACHY?