“That’s not all,” Janet said, reaching into her desk. She opened the drawer and handed me a piece of paper. “This is my yearly teacher evaluation. Just got it today…”
Normally I’d say that I took a long look at the paper, but that’d be a lie. It didn’t take me that long to react. “Oh, that’s bullshit!” I said. “Needs improvement?! That’s a ton of hot garbage! No way do you need improvement!”
“Tell that to Brollish…”
I stood up in my chair so I was close to eye level with the sitting giant. “Go to Beouf! Go to Union! Appeal this shit!”
Janet slumped down in her seat and dropped her chin. “Already have. Nothing Union can do for me. I can appeal and ask to be observed and evaluated again, but that doesn’t mean she has to change anything.”