Remembering to Breathe

I got very angry this morning at Alan's assistant teacher. 

Yesterday and today we walked to school.  The kindergartners meet in the multi-purpose room before the 7:15 bell rings.  At 7:15, they walk to their rooms by class in one long line.  I've asked many times through the year what time I should not walk him to the multi-purpose room but instead walk him to class.  In general I've always been given the answer that they're in the multi-purpose room until 7:15.  A few times when the girls have walked him in, they've had to walk him back and forth across the school trying to find his class. 

Yesterday the 7:15 bell rang when we were right outside the multi-purpose room, and already 3 classes were lined up in the hall.  Today the bell rang while we were still outside the school.  So I walked Alan to his room.  A girl in his class walked in the room with him.  The assistant teacher was walking out of the room as they went in. 

Her greeting to them was, "You're early."

I asked her about the time and where I should take him after 7:15 and she told me they stay in the multi-purpose room until 7:20 or 7:25.  I then told her that yesterday the bell rang as we were outside the room and the kids were already lined up and leaving and I asked her if we were to search for the class in the halls rather than come to the room.  I guess her answer was basically Yes, although she didn't say Yes.  I turned to walk off but stayed outside the classroom long enough to hear her tell Alan and the girl to go to the multi-purpose room. 

It's across the school.

I said, a little loudly and cheerfully because I wanted her to hear me and she'd made me mad, "Oh!  I'll walk you there!"  We made it about 25 yards and there was Alan's teacher, leading the kindergartners to their classes.  She greeted us with a smile and said very cheerily that Alan could get in anywhere.

Poor Jillian had to listen to me complain about the assistant half the way home.

It's not the first time she's irritated me.  She wrote a note asking me to please not let Alan work ahead on the one day he did 3 days worth of 'homework' sitting at the table with Julia while I was in the kitchen doing something else.

We just have a personality conflict I guess.  I pretty much don't like hers.