You couldn't pay me enough
I have massive amounts of admiration for teachers. I always said Jack's preschool teachers must be saints because there is no way I could spend that much time in a confined space with 10 3-year-olds. My brain would explode.
Same goes for principals and other administrators. Except they have it way worse than teachers because they have to deal with all the shit that goes on in the schools. And in my sister's school, I mean that quite literally.
My sister is an assistant principal at a pretty large high school. She has some crazy-ass stories about her job, the best of which I heard recently.
They had a little problem with someone pooping on the boys' bathroom floor. You read that correctly: on the floor, not in the toilet. After several weeks of this nonsense, she was starting to get really annoyed. But she got a break in the case when a kid in trouble in her office for something unrelated offered to tell her who the Mad Shitter was in exchange for leniency. It's like she's the FBI or something, pulling deals for informants.
The kid gave her a name and she asked how she would know he was telling her the truth. The kid replied that she should ask for the Mad Shitter's cell phone because he had pictures of it that he was showing all over the school.
She hauls the kid down to the office and says, "Give me your phone." He refuses and she demands again and for some reason, he gives it up. My sister, although just 31 and shorter than even the freshman boys, is a badass and can stop a kid cold with her hook-eye look. She scares me sometimes.
She goes through the phone and the kid doesn't have pictures. No, no. he's got video. Of himself crapping on the floor. Now first of all, who does that? And second, who is showing it to his friends?
And yes, my sister had to watch that video. This was clearly not what she was planning when she went through four years of college and two years of graduate school. But she did solve her case, so in the end, it all came out all right didn't it?
Same goes for principals and other administrators. Except they have it way worse than teachers because they have to deal with all the shit that goes on in the schools. And in my sister's school, I mean that quite literally.
My sister is an assistant principal at a pretty large high school. She has some crazy-ass stories about her job, the best of which I heard recently.
They had a little problem with someone pooping on the boys' bathroom floor. You read that correctly: on the floor, not in the toilet. After several weeks of this nonsense, she was starting to get really annoyed. But she got a break in the case when a kid in trouble in her office for something unrelated offered to tell her who the Mad Shitter was in exchange for leniency. It's like she's the FBI or something, pulling deals for informants.
The kid gave her a name and she asked how she would know he was telling her the truth. The kid replied that she should ask for the Mad Shitter's cell phone because he had pictures of it that he was showing all over the school.
She hauls the kid down to the office and says, "Give me your phone." He refuses and she demands again and for some reason, he gives it up. My sister, although just 31 and shorter than even the freshman boys, is a badass and can stop a kid cold with her hook-eye look. She scares me sometimes.
She goes through the phone and the kid doesn't have pictures. No, no. he's got video. Of himself crapping on the floor. Now first of all, who does that? And second, who is showing it to his friends?
And yes, my sister had to watch that video. This was clearly not what she was planning when she went through four years of college and two years of graduate school. But she did solve her case, so in the end, it all came out all right didn't it?
posted by Amy at
9:01 PM
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Reminds me of some of the stories my DH tells about working in a juvenile prison.
that is hysterical - and also probably indicates some severe mental problems for that boy
HIGH SCHOOL!?!?!? You've got to be SHITTING me!!!
Kinda like the idiuts who video themselves beating someone up and post it on YouTube and are then amazed when the cops come knocking at their doors. Some people just don't use the brains God gave 'em.
:::and yes, I do know how to spell IDIOTS!:::
At my high school this year, we had to deal with people pooping in the sinks. IN THE SINKS. This is why, when my dad asks if I'd ever go into administration, I say OH HELL NAW.
PS: We never figured out who did it, informant or no. Stories like this make me wonder why I went into education.
omg, how disgusting! Your poor sister!
Eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwww.
Wow, I was so surprised to see this post - it was oddly appropriate for what happened to me today. I went to the doctor's office...and to make a long story short, my elderly doctor couldn't make it to the bathroom & pooped all over the floor & the lobby leading to the outside...and then left...and his assistant came in just after I arrived & we were like what the heck - where did this poop come from??!! And then he called & said he wouldn't be in the office today & for her to reschedule his appointments...he didn't mention the poo, but we know he had already been in the office because the doors were unlocked...wow...
Thanks for letting me share - I'm a new reader of your blog. :)
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