more rigamarole than you can shake a daikon at

Ugh. Stupid shit went down at the middle school today. I just wrote an extremely long-winded entry about it, but looking at it now, it's just too much of a bitchfest, and I don't feel the need to subject you to that. Writing it was cathartic, though. Here's the end of it:

So, once again I'm left wondering why I even try. I've already decided not to stay another year, but in the event that I was undecided this might very well have clenched it.

I've started to call these my Fear and Trembling experiences. (Nearly all of them have involved either Matchan or the Head Teacher, incidentally.) While that book is way over the top and my experience here has been, for the most part, sunshine and daisies (especially compared to that), there are a lot of weird parallels between what I've seen and experienced and what's in that book...

Phew. I guess I need some time to cool off. Maybe I'll feel better about it after spending the better part of next week in a Buddhist monastery.