After a day of trials and tribulations, I need (I mean really NEED) time to move and work out my issues. Since I still can't run, I walked whilst listening to an audiobook being read with a delightful British accent (British accents make a lot of things right in the world).
I used to think being a school administrator meant being the boss - and who wouldn't want to be THE boss?!
The reality is that it is much more like being Stretch Armstrong. You get pulled between the teachers and everyone else until finally the green goo begins to bleed out of your pores. And who listens to a half naked dude with green drops of ick globbing down their midriff?