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My Red Pen!

I taught for 25 years and never meant to use my “Red Pen” for power. 
Red pens are some teacher’s source of power.
Not mine.
I believe in put-ups versus put-downs. I’m for the underdog in every situation. 
Until once when a young, immature and unprofessional administrator used the power of her “Red Pen” on my evaluation. 
I mean, it wasn’t too bad. The evaluation itself had positive things to say about my work, it’s just that she got so much wrong about the dynamics of my (very challenging that year) classroom including the grade I taught!  Dear God; really???  She not only got the paraprofessional’s name wrong that was helping in my classroom; she belittled her!  What?!?
No, no, no. Unacceptable!!!

Protocol is...I read over my evaluation, I set an appointment with the administrator to go over said evaluation and finally we both sign for it to be filed. 
I couldn’t stop myself (or my red pen!) I tore that evaluation apart. When I was finished correcting all of the errors; names, grade level and grammatical, her evaluation looked like a Halloween scar kit. 
Meeting set...step into office...corrected evaluation in hand...oh dear God!
What have I done??  
As she looked over my corrections her face turned 50 shades of red!
Me shrinking to an inch tall...immediate regret.
Regret I still feel to this day. 

Never, ever make anyone feel less than they are...EVER!
Life lessons; we all need them. 
She and I both learned that day. Hopefully we are both better for it having happened. 


Also, please don’t take a red pen to my blogposts!  I write like I talk.  I am the sorriest excuse for an English minor...EVER!

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