Fourth graders are monsters. When I was substituting at an elementary school today, I had fourth graders. I had to get official teachers TWICE to come in and tell them to behave. I yelled at them so loudly at one point that they jumped and put their hands over their ears. I thank BellyRub for giving me the practice in screeching like a banshee. Otherwise I wouldn't be any good at it at all.
The principal called me to his office to apologize for their behavior. (The last time I was called to the principal's office was in third grade when I threw a piece of my sandwich. Our punishment was for the members of the food fight brigade to eat in the principal's conference room. I liked it in there. It didn't smell weird and it had nice chairs.)
Staff meetings bring monsters. I had a meeting tonight.One woman behaves like a fourth grader. "Oh! You mean like this?" or "Oh, this one time we had a customer who..." I wasn't as angry then as I am now, but she was annoying, even then.
I went to McDonald's to get an ice cream sundae. They make me happy. The woman who put the ice cream in the cup didn't know how to do it so there were big, huge gaps where there was no ice cream. I almost asked for more ice cream and less air, but I decided that I'd have sounded snippy. Maybe I should have asked. I thought that it probably wasn't worth it.
When I got home, I couldn't see the stairs. The ankle that I'd turned just about a week ago was re-injured when I couldn't see the last stair and I smooshed it in the dark.
These are all somewhat small things. Children who are impossible...I should expect that. A staff meeting that isn't full of geniuses...yes, I should know that, too. McDonald's food being less than perfect? Not really a shock. Not being able to see in the dark? Yep, I knew that, too.
Nevertheless, I have a scream welling up inside of me that would likely break windows and ear drums. I would like to be so in control of my emotions that I would never get angry like this. Nevertheless, adding these shenanigans together makes one big, ugly, messy macaroni salad of tomfoolery.
Bah.
Posted by dotty at June 7, 2005 10:59 PM