Level of Hell

I often regale my friends with tales of the indignities I have to put up with, but this one is beyond the pale. Every time I think that these slutty, amoral, slattern that pass as freshman girls can not sink any lower, they manage to drain a little more out of the pool.

The weekly crossword puzzle assignment was today. They got their sheets, got into groups and went to work on the clues. Except for the small coven of bitches in the back of the room. I knew they were up to something when two of them that were facing me kept giving me the eye. Anytime a child is looking to see what you are doing, it is usually because they are doing something they shouldn't be. But they hadn't moved, they weren't using markers and they were quiet, so I continued working.

What were they up to you might wonder? Well, I found out. The six of them had obtained a tampon from another girl, popped it out of the plastic applicator and soaked it in Hawaiian Punch. Then when the bell rang to change class, they left the plastic applicator on the floor by the desk, the spilled punch all over the desk, and the used tampon on the floor by the door.

I am so furious, I can barely speak. Today, I HATE this job. I am never perfectly satisfied here, anyone who knows me knows this. But this is one of those days when I know for a fact that the only thing keeping me here is the health insurance.

As for punishment, I was of two minds about what to do. Writing a referral is a big pain in the ass; forms in triplicate and I would have to write six individual ones. However, would it do any good at all to call parents who actually raised girls like these? In the end though, I know what I have to do. Because if I let them get away with this, then it just adds to their sense that it is okay to be gross and vulgar and trashy. And what kind of women will they grow up to be then?