He walked the halls, going from room to room looking to admonish the teacher who had a student or students walking in late. There was glee in his eyes as he saw one enter the room of the person he is out to get.
I am no longer a part of it, but it still bothers me. How can anyone work in an environment like this? How can anyone concentrate on helping their students when they are constantly afraid for their jobs? Fear is the predominant feeling of the classroom teacher today.
