Last Monday I had an important meeting to waive the very last course I need to finish my teaching certificate. To prepare for the meeting, I read all three textbooks for the class, dug up tons of old syllabi, and gathered as many "artifacts" I could find that would support my position- particularly evidence found in my own teaching.
I wrote out a script and studied it, the same way I would cram for a final. I planned out the conversation and prepared as much as humanly possible for it. I arrived on time.
When I walked into Dr. Chair of the Department's office, Professor Nightmare was also there. This was a surprise. I sat down. Dr. Chair said, "Tell me why I should waive this requirement for the first time in my career here at University." My hands shook, but my voice was calm, cool, and collected.
Dr. Chair seemed open-minded, but when I left Professor Nightmare did not. He had a response for nearly everything I said. I was nervous. Dr. Chair said he would call me "tomorrow morning" (Tuesday) to tell me his decision. I felt pretty confident walking out of the meeting, like I couldn't have done, said, or prepared anything better.
Tuesday morning came and went. At noon, I called him. I did not leave a voicemail. Wednesday I called again in the morning- still unwilling to leave a voicemail. When Wednesday afternoon rolled around, however, I was feeling surly. I left a nice, deferential message, using phrases like, "I'm just following up" and "When you get a chance." Thursday brought the same- one anonymous phone call and one voicemail message. Each day I was a less optimistic than the day before.
On Friday morning, I was pissed. I called on my way into school and was much less polite. I issued a directive, "Call me today." If he doesn't call, I said to myself, I will have a sit-in on Monday, since I don't have school. I'll get to his office at nine and I will refuse to leave until he sees me. I even recruited Mr. Peaches and a professor who has been very good to me. I would make this an event. I'll create signs! I'll bring a bullhorn! My activism days were coming back!
Three hours later, he called. (Lucky for him!)
Aren't you dying to know what he said?
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