Nine years ago, this month, self was in Tel Aviv.
It is painful to read her blog posts from that time because her sister-in-law, Ying, eventually died there. September 11, 2008.
She got back from Tel Aviv, and self believes it was that same month when she got called in to the Dean’s office at Foothill and he asked her why she flunked two particular men — whose grade she had to change to a C. Even though they did not turn in a single assignment. They actually told the Dean that self threw something at them. And he believed them. Cause self is so YUUUUGE! She’s so fiery!!!
And, only months after, self’s stint as the only Asian American teacher (adjunct) in the English Dept. at Foothill was over. Because she got charged with discriminating against those two men.
Can you imagine the irony? The minority woman being accused of discriminating? Against two men?
Way to go, Dean! Enter slow clap emoji here.
If you can believe that self would do that (throw something) at two men who are obviously bullies, you would have to be nuts!
Nobody, absolutely nobody, believed self when she denied throwing anything. So then began endless years of wondering whether she had forgotten this incident?
And then came to the conclusion that, since she’s never thrown anything at anyone in her entire life, she couldn’t actually have thrown anything.
Case went up the complaint lines, until — after months of terror and stress — self changed the students’ grade.
Sucks to be an adjunct. Self’s just saying.
She wishes she could remember those two students’ names. Because they will forever know that if they bully a female teacher, all they have to do is accuse her of blah-blah-blah. Raise that ugly word. And voila! Done! Teacher’s toast!
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.