I got the principal job. Fifty years old, been teaching forever, finally the big chair. And these old timers, these teachers who’ve been here since before I was born, they look at me like I'm a goddamn substitute. I see the side-eyes, the knowing smirks. Like I don't know how things work, like I just fell off the turnip truck from god-knows-where. My parents would be so proud I finally made it, probably tell me to suck it up, but honestly, I just want to tell them all to fuck off.