Interview

R and I, along with M, had to go to a school interview so that M can get math class tutoring. I was not happy about going, neither was anyone else. They know us. Why did they need to interview us? (Because they had some discipline problems last year.)

I got teary eyed once, and thought that I would feel stupid bolting out of the room crying. Thankfully I was able to contain myself.

The three of us left and each one of us had very different perspectives on what happened in the interview.

I’m glad it is over.

And now I am to bed.