No, really, they do. I’m not talking about just my kids, either. You’re kids suck, as well.
Tween C’s cell phone got stolen at school yesterday while she was in P.E. Yeah, yeah. The rule is: no cell phones allowed at school. (That’s the School Board’s rule, not mine…I’ve actually texted Tween C while she was in Math class to ask her things like “Hey, where’s your kindle?” Don’t judge me~It’s Thursday) Anyway, that’s the RULE, but it’s certainly not the PRACTICE. They KNOW that they bring them. One substitute teacher even told her class one day that they could take out their cell phones and/or iPods while they did their work, and then she promptly whipped out her iPad and began playing Angry Birds. Another teacher regularly allows Tween C to call me from her cell phone when she needs me to bring her something. I know this is allowed, because Tween C will say “hold on” and then ask her teacher to clarify something she’s supposed to ask me to do.
Also, Tween C regularly “butt dials” my phone during the day. It happens at least 4 times per week. I answer, say “Hellooooo…hellloooooo” and can hear a bunch of hormonal lunatics in the background, and nothing more. So I hang up. Yesterday at about 1:20, that happened. I assumed that it was just a butt dial. But then, about 5 minutes later, Tween C called me from the office. “Mom, my phone got stolen in P.E., so you need to cancel it or whatever.”
She explained that she left her phone in her jacket in the locker room, which is always locked during class. But when they came in to get dressed, the phone was gone. This had happened about 30 minutes before she called me, and before the call I had gotten from her phone. I was immediately livid. The little bastards. First, they steal the phone, then they place a prank call to the rightful owner’s “Mom”. What nerve! I immediately texted Tween C’s phone the following text:
“You need to turn this phone in to the office, and tell them that you found it. If you do this within the next 20 minutes, then we will not press charges. There is a tracking program installed on this phone.”
Twenty minutes passed. No phone.
Then, Zohrmom sent this message:
“I’m sure you just found this phone in the bathroom or something. You need to give it to an adult so we don’t have to call the police.”
I ranted and raved about this all afternoon on Facebook. One of my friends texted Tween C’s phone the following:
“What’s funny is that I’m watching you right now. I’m waiting for you to go home, because that’s where I can do the most damage. I hate thieves, but you’ll know just how much tonight after you go to sleep. It’s not that hard to burn down a house, you know. You can give that phone you have to the office, and then no one gets disfigured.”
Okay, maybe that was a little overboard. But I loved it. And what’s more, I could just see the little bastard looking around after reading it, to see who was “watching” her. And then, when she talked herself out of the message being “for real”, it would be time to go to bed, and then she’d start worrying all over again. Oh come on! She deserved it!
Zohrhubby, the resident asshole of the family, called the school to find out what they were going to do about it. He told me to call, but I balked. “They aren’t going to do anything, you know” I told him. But if YOU want to call, you can. (hint, hint) ZH: “Give me the number, I’m calling.” When he finally got in touch with the assistant principal, she told him exactly what I thought she would.
AP: “Well, you know, sir, this happens all too often, and we just don’t really get involved.”
ZH: “Excuse me? You don’t GET INVOLVED?”
AP: “Well, we just don’t. It happens so much, tha…”
ZH: “Lady, WHY do you think it happens so much? Do you think that it might because y’all don’t give a damn about it? Y’all don’t ask any questions? There are ZERO consequences for this behavior? This is a THEFT. And I’m going to treat it like one. I am filing a police report, and I am coming up there to talk to the officer you have on duty. I fully expect you or whoever up there is supposed to handle behavior problems to ask some questions and find out something. You guys want to suspend kids for talking in class or getting in a fight on the playground, but you want to turn your head when one of them commits a freaking CRIME? No. I don’t think so. Start scaring the crap out of the kids when this happens, and you might just find that it happens less often. And even if it doesn’t, at least you’ll give the little criminals some experience when it comes to being questioned by authorities, since that’s the life you are telling them to lead anyway.”
[Disclaimer: This is pretty much what ZH said, as he related it to me, and as edited for content and emphasis by Zohrs truly.]
Whatever he said and how he said it, her whole tone changed, and she promised to do everything she could the next day.
So, my point is this: Kids today have very little consequences for their actions. They aren’t even SCARED of us anymore. When I was a kid, I was motivated by fear on a regular basis. “Hey, you wanna skip school and go to the lake today instead?” HELL NO! My mama would have beat my ass.
One of my mama’s favorite sayings was: ‘I don’t care how big you are, I brought you into this world, and by God, I can take you OUT of it.’
I was also afraid of my school administrators and teachers. I was a smart ass from the word go, but I knew exactly where to draw the line. I tried to skip class once with Aimee and Heather, and we just went to the girls’ locker room to hang out, but a teacher came in, and we stood on the stalls in the bathroom. Aimee and Heather both got caught. I didn’t. So I snuck right back to class. Aimee went home and told her mom that she was ill. Then she mixed up the nastiest mixture of stuff she could find in the kitchen, and waited for her mom to get home, and then made a retching sound and poured it in. She went through all this trouble because, like me, she was scared of her. And that’s exactly how it should have been. NOW, we walk around afraid of teenagers. There’s no rhyme or reason to what they do, or when they will do it.
I had one stupid girl steal my dog a couple of years ago, just so that she could call me and tell me she found it and ask for a freakin’ reward. I’m not even kidding. She kept my dog for nearly two days. I finally had to call the police.
So, anyway…I doubt we will get the phone back, but I hope all the hoopla we raise over it keeps some other poor kid from having their crap jacked at school.
Like I said, kids suck.
Oh, and my confession is: I want that kid to suffer. I really do. Maybe not physically, but mentally, I want her to feel pain. The end.