I work at the YMCA in the summer time. I am a summer camp counselor for 40 screaming, smelly, annoying, yet strangely adorable children. I love it a lot and people think I'm crazy for it. I think it's probably because the only way you can describe my personality is by saying I'm like a screaming, smelly, annoying, yet strangely adorable Kindergartner. ANYWHO, Judson let's classes out about 3 whole weeks before other schools do. Our last day of school this year was April 29th. Ridiculous, right? So, since I like money and stuff I called my boss and asked if she had any work for me during May before summer camp starts. Yes, she replied, in Bright Beginnings, which is the preschool program the YMCA runs. This should have been my first sign to run for my life. All they do is cry. Don't get me wrong, they're cute and all, but seriously. I'm at the point now where unless they have a limb hanging off at the bone, I pat them on the head and send them off to play again.
The other really fun thing about being in Bright Beginnings for a month is that you get called a wonderful array of names. Anywhere from "Poopie Head" to "Mean teacher!", I get harassed. Today however, today I was called something that definitely takes the cake.
I told a kid he had to stop hogging the playground "motorcycle" (it's actually a horsey toy type thing). He crossed his arms and started to walk away. Then he turned around and called me a "little penis"
I've been called a lot of things, but not that. Win.
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