Hours in meetings today: two and a half
Hours in my room doing paperwork: two
Sentences spoken by the Drama Diva: three
As I entered my school today to work in my classroom, out of the main doors came the Drama Diva. No matter the day, she has a problem, a disaster, a concern, a reason for sadness. No sunny skies, no happy smiles, no “hello” or “How are you?”, no good news, no optimism.
Everything in her life seems to center on some bit of drama.
Anyway, I smiled and said “hello” and her reply was a three-sentence string of three different things that had already gone wrong. I hurried inside in case she wanted to begin a conversation, which really means telling me a story surrounding each of the problems. I have, without hyperbole, become embroiled in one-sided dialogues with the Drama Diva lasting over ten minutes a pop where I say nothing and only nod. These are brutal moments in my day.
I’m guessing everyone has their own Drama Diva, and I try to avoid ours like a contagious disease. I’m sure someone else in the building is Susie Sunshine to counterbalance the Drama Diva’s negativity, but I have yet to find her mirror (though I have not looked through the looking glass); the universe is full of symmetry and one day I will discover DD’s Bizarro version.