I walked down the dark sidewalk to school, tired, the morning after Halloween. I could hear the lions roaring from the zoo. I was wearing my pajamas. And a robe. I entered the school. It looked like a hospital; teachers wandering around in robes and slippers, carrying coffee. Kids in furry pajamas. Me, in my Mexico jersey, pajama pants and dragon robe I bought in Vietnam. I wore shoes. I didn't want to mess up my slippers on the sidewalk.
"Maestra Hilary DOES what she wants" one of the second graders commented in line. "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about, Raymond" I said, nodding in agreement. "And WE are ready to sing it" he answered.
"How did it go today?" the cute teacher asked me. "Well, Bobby menaced another kid today, but we were able to talk through it, and he didn't actually hit anyone," I answered, "or bite". "Great!" she answered. "But he smells bad, like piss or something, shit," I whispered in her ear, "but he says he doesn't have to use the bathroom". "He's wearing yesterday's pee clothes" she whispered back. "What?". "He pissed his pants yesterday and we put him in a change of clothes," she whispered, "his parents never cleaned out his backpack, and the pee clothes were still in there today. He had another accident, and we had to put him in something". "That's disgusting" I replied, unsure if she realized that I didn't mean her actions were disgusting, but that any parent would allow their kid to walk around in piss stained clothes from the day before in addition to not even checking their six year old's backpack. I looked at Bobby. He pisses me off. He acts like a dick. He attacks everyone physically in class. It's been going on a long time. I stared at him. No one should walk around in pee clothes.
There is something so wrong there I don't even know where to start.
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