This is the meeting that doesn't end. Yes it goes on and on my friend...

Last night I sat in the most uncomfortable chair for 3 hours while my colleagues discussed discipline issues and gave each other compliments for merit. This is called the consiliu profesoral, and I didn't like it one bit. I was looking forward to this meeting because at all the previous meetings we had cake, cookies, and lots of beverage options.

My dreams were shattered after Hour 1.
After Hour 2 I was trying to plan ways to escape without others noticing, but then I realized my bag and coat were directly behind the director...my plan was foiled.
Approaching Hour 3 my resistance had been beaten out of me...

In my "American opinion" (as my colleagues like to say), there are about 15,234 different ways to do the same things in a more effective manner. The consiliu profesoral is a remnant of a different age...an awkward age you want to forget -- like when you're 12 and go to your first middle school dance.