UPDATE: I sent the letter, and two days later the head librarian phoned me. She thanked me for writing and asked what class it was. I said I didn’t want it to be about a specific teacher, but she said, “Was it Wilma?”, and I said yes. The librarian told me she would’ve said something to Wilma except . . . the class has been cancelled because Wilma’s husband was just diagnosed with late stage cancer.
So really nothing was accomplished other than me standing up for what I believe in, and I feel terrible about Wilma. Life sure has a way of throwing curve balls.
P.S. Thanks for the laugh, ddawn23. Now I want to crochet an effigy.