Thursday, October 19, 2006
Now there's a disaster waiting to happen.
CC’s senior year of high school, her school had a little scandal going. A lady who worked at the school had a little romance with the assistant principal. The woman had a son in my grade and the students knew her well and everyone thought it was sweet. She was the assistant principal’s “date” for homecoming and even my snarky little friends thought it was the cutest thing ever when they danced.
Sometime after that things came apart. As CC was told the story, the lady decided to throw the assistant principal a surprise party. She’d never met his children, but she wanted them to come, so she called them up and invited them.
Which is how she found out that the Assistant Principal was still married to their mother. Needless to say, the woman dumped the assistant principal and told her son all about it who told all his friends, who used the information with varying degrees of subtlety to blackmail their way out of detention with varying degrees of success.
Ten years later, which would be circa this afternoon, totally out of the blue and for no apparent reason, CC decided to google the Assistant Principal.
I kid y’all not, as of a few years ago the ex-Assistant Principal was a math teacher at the high school they have set up for Senate pages.