Sorry, ain't nothing I can do, nor would I dare to do anything, nor in truth, do I care to do anything.
Sorry, I'm retired.
Oh, from time to time, I'll blast the hell out of what is going on there, but you know, it's just an opinion. ( Even when I am dead right.)
I know you're upset about the position changing hands, 3-4-5 times since I have left, but you know, it isn't my worry.
Besides, if I was still there, I'd be bringing up shit you did when you were there. And I can't just imagine that first teacher conference with one of y'all.
Beside, I could see me getting mad in the middle of a meeting, conference, and calling Teacher Retirement and walking out and retiring. ( Don't have to put up with this Bullshit, Horseshit, Chicken shit , whatever fecal matter, anymore.)
No, I'm done. Been done. Already have our next trip(s) planned for in the middle of the school year. ( To paraphrase TV's Paladin " Have Passport, Will Travel" )
Stop writing me about it. Your child will be fine. Trust me.
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