Coworkers Like Family You Wish Lived Far, Far Away

It's the end of the the quarter at the English Center and that means paperwork and goodbye snack party. Since one of the units with my 6th graders was about festivals, I let them decide on a festival--- they chose a food festival. Lots of extra work.

I invited other teachers to join in with their classes, but we've got two teachers who aren't so good at answering basic question. One in particular won't even look at people when they are talking to him.

So I spoke directly to everyone, asking, "Would you like to join the food festival?" My injuries were ignored, so Mrs. Jin sent a message ten days before the planned event.

If all the classes join in,  the school will provide supplies. And since the boys were unlikely to chip in 10 bucks, "yes" or "no" was important.

Nevertheless two days before the party, the coworkers finally heard us talking about it. 

 "I didn't hear anything about it until today." One said. And added, "But it's no big deal. I'll ask my students on Thursday and let you know."

This was on a Tuesday and the Wednesday is teacher training day, which means there is no class.  
So, he thought it was okay to tell me what he would do somewhere five to ten minutes after class and the snack party started. 

To which I said a nice, but firm no.