I got to Oak Creek High School at half past nine and tried to concentrate on reviewing student guidance files.

At half past eleven, Principal Evans knocked twice on my open office door and stepped in holding a thick white envelope stamped with the district seal.

She shut my door behind her, her face set in a stiff professional line.

“I got a formal administrative filing forty minutes ago from the district superintendent,” Principal Evans said.

I spun my silver wedding band twice around my left thumb.

“What kind of filing?”