7:56 A.M.
The Principals Office
Principal Victoria sat in her office listening to Sheila Broflovski. He had the door closed and a rubber band wrapped tight around her thumbs. Sheila was the mother of a student, Kyle Broflovski. A student in Mr. Garrison's class. More important she was president of the P.T.A.
"I'll tell you this- a lot of parents in this districts are concerned about that eighth grade team of yours" Mrs. Broflovski started. "Deeply concerned. Mr. Garrison is a perverted, self centered, narcissistic teacher who should of never been hired!" she stomped her foot and the pounding echoed around the room "I am friends with Sharon Marsh, her son Stan Marsh is in that class of his, if it even if a class and she says everyday she asks Stan what he learned in school and he just says, huh?"
Principal Victoria leaned forward and rubbed her temples. As a principal he listened to lots of difficult parents, but no body was worse than Sheila Broflovski. She dreaded her weekly chats with this women. With her jaguar, her five hundred dollar leather jackets, rings that sported enormous diamonds on both hands.
She closed her eyes. Ninety eight percent of the parents in the district were wonderful. But the other two percent made her want to work as a farmer or a forest ranger.
Principal Victoria tried to make it look as if he were listening hard. The woman's voice was about as pleasant as a chain saw. He could see it slicing into him.
"Okay, Sheila, I hear you" Principal Victoria answered. Breaking the rubber band wrapped around his thumbs. But my hands are tied. There's no way I can make any changes in that eighth grade team. Especially not now at the end of the year. You must-"
"I think it's disgraceful" Sheila Broflovski screamed, storming out of his office. She swept past Mrs. Pierce's desk and knocked a stack of phone messages one falling against the radiator, where it got caught, out of sight.
"I've got a good mind to pull my son out of this place and put him into a decent private school" Sheila yelled loudly. "Where teachers understand the three R's and aren't afraid to teach them!"
Principal Victoria sighed and closed her eyes "I should only be lucky" she thought.
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