Mrs. Chili has had a singularly terrible day, Kids. If I weren’t living it, I probably would have a hard time believing it
I really, REALLY want to tell you about it – to write my way through it – but I’m going to hold off on that until the story plays itself out. There’s a lot at stake here, and I’m thinking that it’s best not to poke the Universe at this early stage in the game.
I will tell you this, though; there is precious little that’s more important to me right now than the facts that a) I have been documenting incidents all semester, and CC-ing the appropriate authorities as I’ve gone, and b) I had a classroom full of witnesses to today’s incident, many of whom have come to me privately to express their support and their willingness to stand up for me should it come to that.
Still, it’s bad. I’m concerned about this on a number of levels, not the least of which is my personal safety – both on campus and at home.