It took five years, but last week I finally found myself in an actual working meeting with our school district's superintendent. My ticket, so to speak, was my new status as a quasi-administrator, which allowed me to be an observer in a meeting that consisted of some 20 important people. But anyone who knows me knows that I never just observe--I always end up contributing something, for better or for worse. I'm irrepressible that way.
In this case, I'm proud to say that my single contribution to the meeting was something akin to a minor leaguer being called up for his first major league game, sitting on the bench until the bottom of the ninth, appearing at the plate as a pinch-hitter for his first at-bat, and smashing a game-winning home run. Of course, I am prone to strike out on three pitches at times, but as far as my superintendent is concerned, I am clutch.
Details? Unfortunately, I was explicitly instructed by my supervisor that the entire meeting and all meetings like it are sensitive and confidential in nature. With a warning like that, even blogger anonymity isn't cover enough. Though this entry may mean nothing to anyone else in the world, for me it's the preservation of a sweet moment of triumph.
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