ASS. Principal

ASS. Principal

After three years in hell (Aka my school) the same amount of new Assistant Principals had graced the halls. The third one was quite the character. I don’t know how she ever got any work done because she sent out more emails that anyone I know. In March I averaged it out and found that she sent an average of 25 emails a week (those are just the ones the TEACHERS got). 

The emails ranged from things she had noticed in the building, to articles she had read online, to chain emails she had received, to things she needed, to things people are still not sure what they pertained to. The best thing about each email is that they contained CRAZY typos and lots of ammunition to joke about. 

One of my fellow teachers decided to take the initiative to start emailing a rebuttal (that only I could read) after each email Britt sent out. What ensued is the one thing that made me laugh everyday.  

Emily Begins Her Rebuttal

This joke email from Emily was so special that I decided to separate it from the rest. When I first read it I just skimmed it because I thought that she had cut and pasted from an educational journal like Britt normally did. A few hours later Emily emailed me and said “What did you think of my article I wrote?” The following is an email that Emily actually wrote out as a joke:

Help!

My absolute favorite emails that we received from the ASS. principal over the course of her first year at school were emails asking people if they could help out around the school or if they had extra things in their rooms.  

The reason these were my favorite emails is because after each HELP! email, Emily would send me one of her own. 

Santa

When December comes a round Ass. Principal decided to put herself in charge of Secret Santa. What I find most amusing looking back at the emails from her is that she states, “I want to make sure the process is done correctly.” 

From the first day this seemingly simple endeavor was an absolute mess. People were getting two presents from people, some people were not getting any presents, and there was mass chaos throughout the school.  We got emails DAILY about Secret Santa mishaps. The following are the ones that I have saved:

I am still unsure exactly WHAT ASS. Principal did wrong but one day Emily sent me the following email poking fun at the whole Secret Santa disaster:

This email made me laugh so much that I suggested that we actually see if would could do a secret exchange and do it correctly. 

After a few silly planning sessions we came up with Cheery Cherubs (which you can read about below) and it was a smashing success!

Roses are Red 

Violets are Blue

It’s that time of year

And here’s an idea for you!

 Hello all!!!

It's that time of year again for our favorite random commercial winter holiday. No, I'm not talking about Groundhog Day, but the ever popular VALENTINE'S DAY!!!! We, as middle school educators, deal with the raging hormones of our delightful students and need some love ourselves. What we am proposing is that we have a secret Valentine exchange. Henceforth all participants shall be called “Cheery Cherubs”.

Each day from February 9-12 we propose that you give your Cheery Cherub a small Valentine’s Day themed gift or scrumptious treat. These gifts should be under a dollar because, heck, its budget cut season, people. The last day, February 13, you should give your Cheery Cheruba token of your affection, or at least appreciation. Keep the gifts simple, conversation hearts, a self composed poem (Roses are red works), or something else sweet. The gift on the last day should be under $5. February 13 is a half day for students so this is the ideal time to reveal your identity to your Cheery Cherub.

At the end of her second year, the ASS. Principal was let go. We were all sad to see her emails go. I'm sure she is still out there somewhere...emailing away!