![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Life between two high schools
Jan. 12th, 2011 09:48 pmOh, man. Dorky teenagers. Being a public library in between two high schools, it's quite the trip to the zoo. The Catholic school - public library - public high school complex is right on the edge of open prairie, so other than school, the library, or the parking lot, there's nowhere else to go. Especially for the grade nines and tens who don't drive yet.
I have interrupted breakups, makeout sessions, overheard conversations about "dude, he totally sold him PARSLEY" and am outside kicking the smokers away from the doors at least twice a week. (The potheads are easy--they take off running as soona s they see us. Also, they are generally pretty mellow.)
Latest dorktasticness, of good and bad:
- the fourteen year old boys who, when I told them to stop whapping each other with their binders, said "we're not hitting each other, we're having rough sex!" Avoiding laughing out loud long enough to inform them this was not appropriate behaviour for a public place. (I think they're the same bunch who I had a conversation with about how it was inappropriate to randomly yell out "buttsex!" in the middle of the library
- Makeout session in the back corner of the computer lab, interrupted when I reached in and flicked on the lights. They jumped. A lot. This is WHY we lock the family room for nursing moms at lunchtime, and have since the first week of school, when one of the staff members evicted a couple with the immortal words, "unless one of you is a lactating mother, you need to get out."
- Aw, the hoodie-wearing tattooed boys who when I say, "Hey, can you help me out? Can you move these chairs back over there when you're done?" earnestly say "Oh, yeah, sure!" and did so.
- The IT guy, when fixing the projector in one of the meeting rooms, discovered three teenage girls hiding in the coat closet, giggling. Their teacher had caught them skipping and sent them back to class. IT guy was perplexed. I am merely annoyed that we still don't have a lock for that meeting room door because it's back-ordered. Bah.
- grade nine boys who argued back when told to leave, tried to come back in about three times,a nd have been informed that if there are any problems tomorrow, there will be phone calls home, and they will be officially banned for a week. At that point if they re-enter the library, they are trespassing and we can call the police. (Not that we're likely to do so, but they don't need to know that.) Third attempt to re-enter the library came because by that point, they were skipping class, and besides the public library, the only place they could go without being caught was outside in a field. Sucks to be them.
- Big group of tough-looking grade eleven or twelves hanging out en masse by the fireplace. When a parent leaving with his kids complained about what they'd overheard, I haeded over and asked them to keep it PG and find another topic than porn to discuss, because the kids' section was on the other side of the shelves behind them. Tough guy with earlobe spacers and chain jewelery literally facepalmed, muttering "oh, geez..." Awwwww.
In conclusion, teenagers are dorktastic.
I have interrupted breakups, makeout sessions, overheard conversations about "dude, he totally sold him PARSLEY" and am outside kicking the smokers away from the doors at least twice a week. (The potheads are easy--they take off running as soona s they see us. Also, they are generally pretty mellow.)
Latest dorktasticness, of good and bad:
- the fourteen year old boys who, when I told them to stop whapping each other with their binders, said "we're not hitting each other, we're having rough sex!" Avoiding laughing out loud long enough to inform them this was not appropriate behaviour for a public place. (I think they're the same bunch who I had a conversation with about how it was inappropriate to randomly yell out "buttsex!" in the middle of the library
- Makeout session in the back corner of the computer lab, interrupted when I reached in and flicked on the lights. They jumped. A lot. This is WHY we lock the family room for nursing moms at lunchtime, and have since the first week of school, when one of the staff members evicted a couple with the immortal words, "unless one of you is a lactating mother, you need to get out."
- Aw, the hoodie-wearing tattooed boys who when I say, "Hey, can you help me out? Can you move these chairs back over there when you're done?" earnestly say "Oh, yeah, sure!" and did so.
- The IT guy, when fixing the projector in one of the meeting rooms, discovered three teenage girls hiding in the coat closet, giggling. Their teacher had caught them skipping and sent them back to class. IT guy was perplexed. I am merely annoyed that we still don't have a lock for that meeting room door because it's back-ordered. Bah.
- grade nine boys who argued back when told to leave, tried to come back in about three times,a nd have been informed that if there are any problems tomorrow, there will be phone calls home, and they will be officially banned for a week. At that point if they re-enter the library, they are trespassing and we can call the police. (Not that we're likely to do so, but they don't need to know that.) Third attempt to re-enter the library came because by that point, they were skipping class, and besides the public library, the only place they could go without being caught was outside in a field. Sucks to be them.
- Big group of tough-looking grade eleven or twelves hanging out en masse by the fireplace. When a parent leaving with his kids complained about what they'd overheard, I haeded over and asked them to keep it PG and find another topic than porn to discuss, because the kids' section was on the other side of the shelves behind them. Tough guy with earlobe spacers and chain jewelery literally facepalmed, muttering "oh, geez..." Awwwww.
In conclusion, teenagers are dorktastic.
