This is Terrance George.
He is my Maltese K-Nig-Hit because he contracts with himself, to advise himself, to do the job he is getting paid to do as a school superintendent.
He is lots of fun.
He gets shy around my camera and runs away.
I wanted to see how he makes pretty pictures on shiny paper with all that predictive modeling crap, but I think he thinks I, the Celestial Goddess of the Woodshed, is not worthy of engaging in such discourse!
So, I went ahead and went diving for those pearls of wisdom, all by myself.
Now, I guess, considering that this was supposed to be a livestream, but it went badly and he is not going to redo it, I could ask about the promulgation of a flu shot, without any parental input.
Oh, wait!
I just did.
So, in providing in person education to their specifically targeted population they so passionately purveyed in the public square, I would like to know how these students, who are from traumatizing histories of the Michigan Child Welfare System, are supposed to be reinstitutionalized in what seems the most restrictive environment?
I told you to get rid of that corporal punisher Neocia Butler.
You only brought her on so you can check the Medicaid cost reimbursement box to show your investors that you are going to make that revenue maximization level with those phantom programs and services.
The school has become a living socioeconomic petri dish.
No, seriously, you know they have some dirty ass longitudinal data cost reimbursements going on in one or another of their tiny humans trusts.
You need to treat your staff better.
I just adore this school and I bet if everyone took a few moments out of their inextricably busy life, you should experience the joy with me.
Oh, and send Betsy my love and thank her for the Friday food pick ups.
Now, I feel better that I was able to participate in this lovely town hall.
#maytheheavensfall
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WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
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