I'm Not a Drug Dealer, I'm an Activist

So, if there was one thing I never thought I would be, it's an activist. If you could have seen me in grade school you would surely agree. I was the quiet insecure little rag-a-muffin girl in the back.

So what happened...? I have no idea, but something did because now days I seem to stand up for all that is good and just in this world. Could be my faith that calls me out to do so, or it could be that I just got tired of being quiet. Whatever it was, I am now a full blown activist.

In a previous post (that I would link right here if I knew how to do it) I wrote about how the principal at my kids school is trying to fire the best teacher ever. We don't know why she is, I think it is because she didn't like said teacher going over her head in defense of a child, plus she's just a bit evil.

Well, I, along with many other parents are furious. We have never liked this principal and now we can't stand her. So, we have been writing letters, making phone calls, demanding a meeting with the district big-wigs, and we have a petition going around.

The petition just states that we disagree with the action being taken against this teacher (Mrs. Awesome). There is no shortage of people who want to sign it, so everyday I'm walking the pavement in front of the school with my little green folder in hand. While almost all of the parents dislike the principal, some are not willing, or afraid to cross her. There in lies the awkwardness.

As I walk the sidewalk, wonder halls, and make copies in the office, there is an odd feel in the air. Everyone knows what's going on. Most, support us, if not vocally than with silent nods. But, there are those that disagree. It is always interesting to see the eye contact that takes place. Those who support our cause will give me this slight nod. If they have not signed the petition yet I always get this strange sideways glance, which I interpret as "I need what you have, meet me in the parking lot at o-dark-thirty, (or when the bell rings)"

Those that disapprove usually refuse to make eye contact and pretend they don't see me standing in line for the copier. The principal has yet to say one word to me, and yesterday I rocked the boat a bit further by sending a letter to district calling for her resignation on behalf of a very large parent group. I made sure I cc'd her on that letter because I want her to know how her schools feels about her actions. Then, I promptly drove down to the school and spent the day in the class just to prove she couldn't intimidate me. My, my, what happened to the quiet rag-a-muffin?