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Now, down to actual business. I want to tell you a horrific story about what happened on Tuesday at work. Some of you may already be aware of the fact that I am an After-Care counselor at the YMCA and everyday from 2-6:30 I, along with a supervisor and another assistant watch about 30 kids at a local elementary school. I've been working with the Y for a year and some change -- this year I'm at a totally new school with new kids. Whatever. So I get to work Tuesday -- the first one there. I'm sitting down getting their snack ready, I get a voicemail that my supervisor isn't coming in. Okay -- fine. They're sending a sub a little later on. WELL. If that wasn't a billboard for everyone to act completely INSANE and ANIMALISTIC..I don't know what the hell happened. I was assaulted. Yes, I was a battery victim of a 5 year old. I was punched, slapped on the arms, kicked, and get this... BITTEN. Yeah. Last time I checked, I didn't apply for this. I didn't apply as "Delicious Entree with a side of chicken wings and gravy", K? Look at this bruise --  I mean -- WTF?! Really now. I was just walking along, escorting some children to the bathroom when ol' boy passes me and goes "STUPID GIRL.. *KARATE KICK*" Well if that wasn't the most heroic showcase of my ability to contain myself, I don't know what is. I was so ready to string this boy up somewhere. And don't give me any damn "oh he's little he's a boy blah blah.." LOOK AT MY LEG! And not only did he attack me numerous times, he attacked my co-worker, and pushed, punched, and knocked out about 6 - 10 other kids. HORRIBLE.So, I called my boss and his behind was sent home. His mother came early. And you know what she did when she got to the school? NOTHING. "Oh come on sweety..let's go." Nah. Nope..see. I would've embarrassed him infront of EVERYONE. My child would've been beat with a chair, a plate, his bookbag, legos, coloring books..whatever was available. Not a damn pat on the back and a "hello honey" hug. I cannot stand parents sometimes -- especially these days. It's all about not hitting your kids and negotiating with them. You know what? Nobody negotiated with my ass -- I just got slapped in the back of the head. My brothers? They got every spoon, ladle, broom handle, colander, etc in the kitchen across their heads, behinds, backs, arms, whatever my moms aim claimed. I remember I stayed out REAL late when I was like, 11 years old -- thinkin' I was the shit. Yeah, well when I came home around 12:45 my mom opened the front door and I swear, knocked all of my memories from the summer after 5th grade out of my skull. Still to this day I cannot even begin to tell you what happened between elementary school and middle school. Now though, it's "Do you know what you did wrong?" "Yes" "Don't do it again, okay?" "Okay" :GOES TO KICK YMCA COUNSELOR AGAIN: Yeah right. Next time I'll be jobless. |