File Under: You've Gotta Be Kidding Me

[earthbelow]

My stepdad works as a middle school vice principal.

Yesterday, he got a call from his boss, Dr. Hatcher (who was at some educational training conference dealie) and Dr. Hatcher asked him to go into another principal's office to check if there was a child in the closet.

My stepdad thought he was joking. Well, he wasn't. He was serious.

So my stepdad (Who'll be known as J from now on) goes to the office and there's this angry mom, her daughter, and the crazy principal lady.

Apparently, the principal had actually put the child in a closet. Not like a coat closet. A supply closet. A metal supply closet that has the handle that's the lock and doesn't close if you don't put the metal down (obviously didn't have shelves in it).

And she *forgot* the child was in there, so when she brought the mom in the office to talk to her about her child's behavior - the child was banging on the closet door screaming "I'm in here!" and the principal had to unlock it and get her out.

Yeah.

Take the mental journey with me if you will.

She puts the child in the closet, then locks said closet, then forgets the child was in the closet that she locked.

At each stage in this procedure, this woman had to be thinking somehow, someway that this was *okay*.

What I'd like to know? What the *HELL* goes on in your head to imput the question of "should I lock this child in the closet?" and get the answer: "Yeah. Sure. Go ahead. Have at it."

Because that is so far beyond even insane troll logic.

This is unlogic. This is nonlogic.

This kind of logic makes Spock cry.

*headdesk*

And at this point, I'm out of words and back to *boggling*.

- Meg

Comments

[daft-vaders.livejournal.com]

I think if I was the childs parent I would be suggesting it was time for a new job for the maniac.

Jeez, there are people like that in schools!

;)