As I sit on the carpet listening to Sister Mary teach religion to my class, I hear "Miss L, Miss L, psss, Miss L," coming from my left. I turn to see a girl in my class with her shirt pulled down, exposing her chest. "Miss L, these are my titties."
Oh. Ok. I couldn't even respond. I just turned and looked back at Sister Mary reading the Bible.
Interesting that this awkward moment happened to be on the same day as my "Protecting God's Children" training session. This is where I learned how to spot a child of abuse or adults who abuse. I am not sure how helpful I want this to be for me. I think if I was to be reporting any abuse, I would be the person calling the 24 hour question hot line about whether or not it is abuse and whether or not it should be reported. Though, I was guaranteed that any good faith report is taken seriously and you cannot get in trouble if it turns out to be false. So, please, don't be a creepy adult around children because according to the law, as a teacher, I am obligated to report you.
I don't feel good. I have worked 42 hours this week already and will work another 10 tomorrow. Times like these I am glad to be home with mom and having someone take care of me. I may be living in the real world, but I am still a big baby. I am sick, tired, and with mom. I do not miss being at PC.
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