The buzz in the staff meeting about the upcoming budget cuts. Uh oh. Someone definitely screwed up ordering those Kindles. This time, I could walk away, a free agent, guiltless in my dispassionate observations. Yesterday’s beat told me everything I needed to know. It was “recess duty” but since I was working undercover, my alibi was dead on.
Russian Roulette made the budget cuts sound deadlier than the usual slash and burn. Telling this to a bunch of teachers struggling to put gas into their vehicles put a new spin on things and made the pacing guides seem like a menu for disaster.