People Are The Hardest Part

  • I Chose the School Over the Relationship

    I Chose the School Over the Relationship

    His spare key is still in the little bowl beside my front door. I keep meaning to move it. Every morning I pick up my car keys from the same bowl and leave his there. You can call me Christian. I’m 38, and I’m a school principal. Please keep my real name out of this,…

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  • He Wasn’t Wrong. Neither Was I.

    He Wasn’t Wrong. Neither Was I.

    I’d almost find this easier to talk about if one of us had behaved badly. But the conversation was calm. I explained what I thought had happened. She explained what she thought had happened. I listened, and I believe she did too. We still couldn’t agree. And I’ve been thinking about it more than some…

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  • I Wanted To Be Liked

    I Wanted To Be Liked

    When I became a principal, I remembered every complaint I’d ever made about the ones I’d worked under. I was going to listen. Be approachable. Explain things properly. All the things we used to say we wanted while sitting around the staffroom. I still want to be that person. But I’ve said yes to things…

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  • I Said No. She Took It Personally.

    I Said No. She Took It Personally.

    I keep going back over the conversation, trying to work out where it changed. I knew she wouldn’t like my answer. I was ready to explain it, give her some time, maybe talk again later. Then she said something that made me realize we weren’t having the same conversation anymore. I was explaining a decision.…

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  • I Like Her. That’s the Problem.

    I Like Her. That’s the Problem.

    There’s someone on my staff I find difficult to deal with, and I feel awful admitting that. She doesn’t even have to do anything sometimes. I see her name in my inbox and I’m already bracing myself. I know that isn’t fair. Whatever she’s bringing to me deserves to be heard. But lately, I’ve been…

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