The Book
I had some desk jobs to do today and I ended up supervising this kinder kid who's sporting a new mohawk with the word GHOST carved into the back of his skull for extra effect. I'm not a huge fan of the mohawk. Never have been. While supervising Mohawk and working with a partner on a computerized task, a book was suddenly hurled across the room. My colleague tried to reason with Mohawk.
"Did you just throw that across the room?"
"Yeah. I wanted it over there."
"Well you should pick it up."
"You should pick it up."
Let's face it. This situation screams out BRAT to everyone involved. But we went back to ignoring Mohawk and somehow we all made it to dismissal time alive and upright.
I'm singing the Penultimate Day Blues tonight. I want it all to be over now.
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