Between the two jobs, Bob already knew he wanted this one. Budgets in these types of schools were generally healthy and the students much more likely to excel if not from a teacher’s motivation, their own initiative. In other words, this job would not require a lot of after-hours mentoring, and it fit Bob’s lifestyle. He could spend less time with students and more time on his extra-curricular activities. “This could be the answer to my prayers,” he thought. And then he looked up and said out loud, “Thank you!”
Bob made sure he arrived early for his interview. As soon as he entered the office, he saw two women in front of him. Both of them looked like they were in their late forties, early fifties. Each of them was overweight, and could have passed for sisters in some respects. One lady was seated, and most likely an administrative assistant. She looked neat, but stern. The other stood next to the desk and stared at her watch. Her blouse hung out of her skirt and a large band of her hair flopped down over her face. He thought she might also be an admin, but then she smiled and greeted him. “Bobby! I’m Principal Reed!” Like a tornado, the frantic woman whisked him into her office before he had a chance to take in his surroundings. She sat him down in the chair in front of her desk and quickly plopped down in the office chair opposite him.
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