Sunday, February 11, 2007

Ugh
Just ugh.

...

I can't think right now. x_x;

Last night was the Valentine's Day dinner dance at the middle school, and I chipped in my time to help out. At first, I helped out the food table, then after people stopped coming in, I hung out in the gym where the music, dancing, desserts, and auction tables were. So for a while, I had some fun.

Then I got roped into hall monitor duty.

So there's this hallway that goes from the gym/cafeteria area that connects to the main hallway, which leads to the band room. We were to not allow anybody except band and chorus members to pass due to past vandalism events. Okay, cool.

But...I'm doing this alone.

Haya and my friend Meghan needed a break, so I said I'd take over. However, I thought somebody would be helping me. But, alas, no. Anyways, I have Haya get me a Diet Coke to sip at while I monitor.

Time goes by, and the middle school jazz band does their performance. They all go back down to pack up their instruments and change, etc. There are kids along with them that want to go with, and I say, "Sorry, you cannot go down unless you're in band or chorus."

Cue obnoxious middle school brat mode.

"But he's in the band!"
"Yes, but you're not."
"I've never been to this school; can he just show me around?"
"No!"
"Why not?!"
"Why do you even care? You're not in band or chorus, and trust me, there's nothing to see."

This argument continues on for a good ten minutes. Eventually, the band kid passes to go change, but the other one just stays there bothering me.

There were two groups of kids that bothered me. Above was the band-group of one band kid and his friend. Then the next were two seventh-grade chorus girls.
God, they were...

To recap their idiocy would kill braincells. But essentially, they would talk to me in Australian accents, say "G'day mate!" over and over and over, not go down to the gym when I told them to "please do so", etc.
Eventually, they were arguing with me while I was sitting. They said, "You're mean!"

I just flinch to get up, and they jump away. When I actually, stand up, I'm just angry, and rather imposing (sans the Diet Coke can). But in a calm voice, I say, "You keep harassing me. I'm just doing my job. I was told to not allow anybody down this hallway unless they have a completely legitimate reason - and going down to to your locker doesn't count. I've asked you countless times to go to the gym, but you haven't done that. So, who's the mean one?"

Which, you know, goes completely over their heads.

I was eventually rescued by Meghan, and then other joined up, so we had a barricade going.

But still...ugh. Just ugh with a side of ugh and ugh on top. >>;
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