America The Beautiful

America the Beautiful

My second year at hell a new person was introduced to my team. His name was Mr. Chirila (Pronounced Key-Real-Ah) no one ever knew how to say his name and constantly mispronounced it. The mispronunciations ranged from gorilla to chinchilla. He was part of a work program from Romania (Because again, my school couldn’t find anyone in the continental US who would work for their school). He looked extremely busy and mean when I first met him, but the more I got to know him the more I realized that he was extremely funny and sarcastic.

During one of the first faculty meetings of the year, Chirila decided to sit next to me. I was fine with this because we were becoming close friends. This turned out to be a disastrous mistake. During the meeting the administrators told us that they were going to have to ask a lot more of their teachers. They were going to need us to fill out three extra forms every benchmark, and turn in lesson plans in triplicate, and a plethora of other things. Each time they mentioned something new we were going to have to do Chirila would raise his hands above his head and clap while loudly saying, “I LOVE America!”

The more this happened, the more people kept turning to look at him, and the more the administrators would pause to stare. No one could figure out if he was being serious or sarcastic. He was being downright sarcastic and I found the whole thing highly amusing. However, I never sat next to him in a faculty meeting again.