John R. Alston Trotter, EdD, JD
One thing that I have learned for certain while representing teachers since the 1980s (and even before this) is that most school system superintendents (at least the appointed ones) are complete jackasses. They are caught up in their self-perceived importance. Just jackasses. I presume that since they apparently had to kiss so much ass to get to the point that other educrats and naïve school board members would even consider appointing them to the superintendency that they think that thi same ass-kissing is owed to them. After all, this is how it works, right? The public schooling process is one large royal ass-kissing.
Sometimes, I have administrators ask me, “Why don’t you just sit down and talk with Dr. ____________?” I replay, “Why?” I don’t need to talk to these jackasses; perhaps they need to talk to me. Ha! I don’t need them. I will never go to them with my hat in my hand, so to speak. This is what they want because they think that they have finally arrived. I don’t whisper in the ears of delusional (about their own importance or greatness) superintendents. Most of these appointed superintendents traipse around the country like they are Gypsies. They are so money-motivated that they will up-and-leave any school system like they are educational sluts. (Look at Edmond Heatley and how fast he was trying to get out of town when it looked like he was getting an offer for another job in Berkeley, California. By the way, I notice that the newspapers out in California keep quoting me about Heatley. See one link below.)
Nah, folks, you know that I just tell you the truth. Appointed superintendents act like jackasses. I don’t have time to play with them; I just kick their metaphorical asses. © GTSO, September 12, 2012.