The day just kept getting better.
By the end of the day, I was at my wit's end, and it was apparent.
I got called into the principal's office.
I've told others what happened, and what was said, and they've assured me that I'm being too hard on myself. While I know that what was said was said out of concern for my wellbeing, what I heard was...
"You're a failure. We expected more of you, and we were let down. You are not professional, and you can't handle it anymore."
Again, that's not necessarily what was said, but that's what I heard.
And I cried. Oh how I cried.
Even better, this girl who does.not.cry.in.front.of.other.people.
Had to go to a faculty meeting. Late. So everyone saw me coming in, with bright red and puffy eyes.
Including the people that had made me cry.
Luckily, I was near my work husband, who brought me kleenex without my asking and picked me up off the ground when the meeting was over. And left me alone afterwards.
And two others, who knew the truth of the situation, came and hugged me and told me I was not a failure and it was not my fault.
But tonight. Tonight I have Wednesday night dinner club at church, and it will make my headache and my saddness go away. There's a pretty good chance I will leave that in tears as well, but they will be from laughter.
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