Want to know how much I hate meetings?
In August of 1999, I began my teaching career. Each school year starts off with a series of meetings, a couple of days before the kids arrive, that may be absolutely necessary, but are still excruciating because I hate meetings.
As I prepared to attend this first of what has been thousands upon thousands of meetings over the course of my teaching career, I was introduced to Jennifer, a new teacher also beginning her career. But because she was hired just a couple of days before school started, she was allowed to skip the first meeting to prepare her classroom.
I still work with Jennifer. Today we teach fifth grade together.
It’s been eighteen years since we began our teaching careers, and I’m still mad about the meeting that she got to skip, and I did not.
Nearly two decades later, I still remember it, and I’m still angry about it.
I’m not kidding.
