what's your vector, victor
the phone rang earlier. it was the big girl's school. i figured she would be on the other end feigning sickness or something.
it was the 8th grade guidance counselor.
there was an issue that needed to be discussed as soon as possible.
ten minutes later, i was at the school.
seems as though this past friday, the big girl and three friends (one of which was spending the night here that night) created some havoc in the neighborhood.
one of the girls, ms black hair bitch, is a kid that i've never liked. she's one of those kids that was labeled a looonnnnggg time ago as a bad kid. we've had problems with her in the past and i've expressed how the big girl needs to just keep her distance.
ms black hair bitch scored a few beers from her unsupervised house and the girls enjoyed them like old bar buddies.
there is a kid that lives across the street from ms black hair bitch who's house is generally unlocked for kids with crazy schedules and parents that come and go - whatever reason. ms black hair bitch came up with the idea to go in the house and trash the kid's room by breaking up crackers and crap in his bed and stuff like that. ms black hair bitch also wrote some choice things with shaving creme on the driveway.
and the icing on the cake was that ms black hair bitch crushed up some tylen0l and snorted it, hoping to get high.
some kids were talking about it at school and the resource officer got wind of it and it went from there.
i was the first parent to show up and by the time i was done with the counselors and the big girl, two other sets of parents were there. ms black hair bitch's mom was no where to be found (no surprise, actually).
you know - the beer part doesn't make me upset. it was bound to happen at some point - we've all been there, teased by the pressure of our peers.
but to go into some one's house - when no one was home - is the kicker.
those parents could have filed a police report or something when they came home and discovered that one of their son's rooms was trashed.
not that they actually broke in but i'm sure it could have been tagged breaking and entering. it's trespassing at the least.
i felt it necessary to talk to the parents of the kid that spent the night that night. all this shit happened when she was under my care, when i was responsible for what happened to her. they were very understanding of the fact that there was nothing i could do about it since they were away from the house, but that doesn't alleviate the shame i feel about not keeping their kid safe.
what the fuck is wrong with kids?
why can't my kid make decent decisions? why can't she be a leader and not a follower?
is this the seed i've sewn?
it was the 8th grade guidance counselor.
there was an issue that needed to be discussed as soon as possible.
ten minutes later, i was at the school.
seems as though this past friday, the big girl and three friends (one of which was spending the night here that night) created some havoc in the neighborhood.
one of the girls, ms black hair bitch, is a kid that i've never liked. she's one of those kids that was labeled a looonnnnggg time ago as a bad kid. we've had problems with her in the past and i've expressed how the big girl needs to just keep her distance.
ms black hair bitch scored a few beers from her unsupervised house and the girls enjoyed them like old bar buddies.
there is a kid that lives across the street from ms black hair bitch who's house is generally unlocked for kids with crazy schedules and parents that come and go - whatever reason. ms black hair bitch came up with the idea to go in the house and trash the kid's room by breaking up crackers and crap in his bed and stuff like that. ms black hair bitch also wrote some choice things with shaving creme on the driveway.
and the icing on the cake was that ms black hair bitch crushed up some tylen0l and snorted it, hoping to get high.
some kids were talking about it at school and the resource officer got wind of it and it went from there.
i was the first parent to show up and by the time i was done with the counselors and the big girl, two other sets of parents were there. ms black hair bitch's mom was no where to be found (no surprise, actually).
you know - the beer part doesn't make me upset. it was bound to happen at some point - we've all been there, teased by the pressure of our peers.
but to go into some one's house - when no one was home - is the kicker.
those parents could have filed a police report or something when they came home and discovered that one of their son's rooms was trashed.
not that they actually broke in but i'm sure it could have been tagged breaking and entering. it's trespassing at the least.
i felt it necessary to talk to the parents of the kid that spent the night that night. all this shit happened when she was under my care, when i was responsible for what happened to her. they were very understanding of the fact that there was nothing i could do about it since they were away from the house, but that doesn't alleviate the shame i feel about not keeping their kid safe.
what the fuck is wrong with kids?
why can't my kid make decent decisions? why can't she be a leader and not a follower?
is this the seed i've sewn?
2 Comments:
Don't feel too badly... as parents, most of us do the best we can... but all you can really do is make sure she understands that she is responsible for her own actions and any consequences of them. Hopefully she’ll learn (sooner than later) who/what she needs to stay away from...this is just the beginning of a lifetime of choices like this one -- and it's all personal choice; you can't choose for her...;-)
this whole event happened friday after school - the baby didn't have surgery until monday.
and no - ms black hair crazyass bitch isn't the myspunk punk. this gal is much worse than the myspunk punk.
if that's humanly possible.
i just hope the big girl learns soon. i'm growing weary already...
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