The Glass Elevator
I had to shake my head as Jeremy Pax came into the teachers’ lounge. I was under the impression that the new person always has to earn their place — you know, serve their time before they were accepted among the supremely ignorant with degrees, or at least that’s how I think of the staff at the elementary school I work for. It took me three long years before I really earned the respect of the others and managed to get more than just a casual head nod and smile in passing. No, now I finally get the, “Hey, how was your weekend?” routine. Not Jeremy, though. He was the new fourth grade teacher that signed on last year. Sure, okay, so he’d been there a year, but as far as I was concerned, he was still new.