My lovely boyfriend and I almost got into a fight the other day, (Saturday, the 13th) at Splish Splash -- if you’ve never heard of it, it’s Long Island’s most famous water park -- with a group of miscreant young “adults.” Here’s how it went down.
First, people were basically being giant doucheholes all day. Both the adults and kids alike contained absolutely no respect or consideration for anyone but themselves. Splashing and kicking in the wave pool, standing in big circles on the smallest walkways inevitably taking up the whole damn thing so no one can get through, walking through the paths like they owned the damn place and refusing to move over for ANYONE, you get the idea. Three separate incidents royally pissed me off.
Incident Number One:
Giant House Girl (GHG) messing around with friends in wave pool. Guy friends chasing her, trying to dunk her, whatever. I am facing my boyfriend, which placed GHG to my left side and slightly behind me, about 15 feet away. I now could no longer see her.
Out of nowhere, this bitch BARRELS INTO ME at full fucking speed from trying to run away from her idiot friends. She’s a beach whale, and I have a 5ft frame. If I wasn’t in a pool, I would have fallen on the ground, HARD, and possibly gotten seriously hurt. And just so we all know and before I get hell in a handbasket thrown back in my face for the comments made about her, I have friends who are overweight. I don’t care what you look like, as long as you’re a decent human being. If you’re an asshole, then my frustration with your existence will come out in whatever form it chooses.
So, after the initial shock and regaining my composure, which took about .5 seconds, she continued passed me, without apologizing, and ignored that it even happened.
Do I just let it go? Of course not.
I yell, “DON’T EVEN SAY SORRY!”
She still ignored me. Bitch.
Incident Number Two:
It was the middle of the day, and it was time for some grub. After paying and finding a spot, about ten minutes later, the group at the table next to us starts screaming at the top of their lungs and jumping around like morons because a bee (seriously, why do people do that?! Even if you’re allergic, that’s not going to help you.) was flying around.
One girl is still screaming and swatting her shoe in the air, and at this point the bee had already flown away to some less annoying people. They all decided to move one table over (like that would help) and continue to eat, acting traumatized, like they had just been taunted and threatened by the number-one minion of all evil Satan-spawned Godzilla bees.
They finish eating before us, and promptly get up and walk away, LEAVING THEIR DIRTY MESSES EVERYWHERE. On both fucking tables. Trays, napkins, crumbs, sodas, and OPEN ketchup packets, squirted ON the tables, left there for the poor clean-up crew slaves to deal with instead. GRRRRR.
Incident Number Three: This one had me in a rage for the rest of the day. The lines were so long, that we barely got to go on any rides, so we headed for the one I REALLY wanted to do the whole day, called Alien Invasion, with an hour to go before the park closed.
We arrive at the end of the line, and a few more people file up behind us in little wave increments. After already waiting fifteen minutes or so, some girl and boy makes their way through from the back saying “Excuse me, excuse me,” and passes us. Okay, fine, MAYBE they are looking for someone so they can leave or something.
A few minutes later, a grown woman does the same thing and makes her way through, with her monstrous daughter not far behind. There was a group of about six kids directly in front of us, not more than eight or nine years old. Alone. With no parents or supervision.
After watching the last three people go through the line, they follow suit, and weave their way through a ton of people ahead of us. Now ten people have cut the line, making the rest of us wait longer, and the park was closing soon.
Two Amazon girls behind us, taller than my boyfriend, who is 6’2”, sneak their way in front of us, then like follow-the-fucking-leader, “excuse” themselves further up. They got at least 100 people in front of where they were originally.
“This is bullshit,” I said, not caring who heard me.
Not five minutes later, a Short Bitchy Girl (SBG) behind my boyfriend says, “Excuse me,” with four other people in tow. Here’s how the rest of it went down:
He turns to her and asks, “Where are you going?”
SBG: “To my family, right up there.” ::points::
Boyfriend: “I just had like 20 people cut us; I’m not letting anybody else go ahead of me.”
SBG: “What are you gonna do about it?”
Boyfriend: ::stands in front of her, holding out his arms so she can’t pass::
SBG then SHOVES her away passed him, further pissing me off.
Boyfriend turns to the next Asshole Guy (AG) trying to follow and said the same thing to him.
Boyfriend: “Dude, listen, this isn’t right, we just had 20 people cut us, and--”
::starts shoving through::
Me, to SBG now shoving passed me: “What the hell makes you so special that you can cut the line?”
SBG: “My brother is right there, I’m just going to my family.”
Me: “So? What the hell’s your point? We all have to wait in line, too.”
SBG ignores me and continues on, and friends follow. Me, clearly pissed off, yelling so they can all hear me: “I guess we’ve forgotten our MANNERS learned in KINDERGARTEN. Maybe you should go back!”
They all ignored me, of course. Fuckin‘ pricks. Because of all of them, it was fifteen minutes to closing before we even got to the bottom of the very tall stairway to even get up to the ride, and we knew we weren’t going to make it, so we left.
The rule of the park is that if anyone gets caught cutting, they get kicked out for the rest of the day. But of course no one was there watching. Then, as we were walking back through the parking lot, there was litter EVERYWHERE. That’s one of my BIGGEST “pet peeves.” I cannot fucking stand filthy, lazy pigs who can’t take three fucking seconds out of their lives to walk to the nearest garbage can and USE IT. And they were stationed EVERY FIFTEEN FEET in the parking lot. SERIOUSLY?!?! UGH!
We’ve decided we need to move away and live in isolation from the general public. In conclusion, I HATE PEOPLE!
Thank you and good night/day/afternoon/morning.
I know it’s been a while since my last post, and I apologize for that. It’s been crazy since I started the leave replacement teaching job! I just wanted to update you all on what’s been going on since then.
But first, I apologize once again for the horrid length of this post, but as always, it’s worth it! ;-)
Teaching is fantastic. It’s the best job in the world, even though most of us don’t get paid what we truly deserve. Though there are most definitely trying and difficult times in the classroom to deal with and manage, one student can make all the difference, and one “thank you” makes it all worth it. It continues to remind me that I was meant for this career.
I recently finished reading a book given to me as a graduation gift from my friend, another fresh graduate into the teaching field; Chicken Soup for the Teacher’s Soul. If any of you are teachers or have read this book anyway, you know how inspiring and touching these stories truly are (there is even one story involving a Deaf student and her use of sign language!). I swear I had tears in my eyes through half the book, if not more.
To fellow teachers, students who have had an amazing teacher in their lives who helped or inspired, or even anyone who believes common misconceptions about a teacher’s life, please, pick up this book and read it cover to cover. I didn’t want to put it down. Each and every story reinforces my belief that I was molded to fit and belong in this profession perfectly. As cliché as it may sound, I hope that I may be able to inspire even one student in the same way.
Now, on to sharing the happenings in my life. Classes for the students officially finished last week (Tuesday, June 15 was their last day), and every day since then has been Regents testing (until this Thursday, the 23rd). For those of you who don’t have Regents in your state/country, they are state exams that students must pass in core subjects to receive full credit for the course. Now that classes are done and my “main” work is over, I finally have time to update you all!
The job was phenomenal. The first day I walked in, which was a Friday, and took over was basically and assessment day, to see how much of the curriculum they were actually taught and how much catching up I would need to do. When they knew that their original teacher was no longer returning, they literally cheered for joy. I asked them tons of questions about what they were taught, how much they knew, their testing procedures, and how much signing they actually did in class.
I also told them that I was here for them, and even though it was already almost the end of the school year, that it was a fresh start and we would put the past behind us and move forward from here. The kids were all really receptive to it, and were excited to begin learning about Deaf culture and American Sign Language, the natural language of the Deaf community once again.
It was a tough job, because they were so very far behind since the beginning of the year, but given the unique situation we were in, we all adjusted fairly quickly and easily, and everyone on the staff were very helpful and supportive. I even got to see a few of my old teachers as new colleagues! Especially the other ASL teacher (who taught at the other high school, where I graduated from), who had been my first ASL teacher at this school, my personal inspiration and reason for becoming so involved with ASL, the Deaf community, and teaching, and as more than her student teacher. It was wonderful.
Monday morning was a review session, to get them warmed up and refresh their memories of ASL (and honestly, to fix the mistakes the previous teacher had made in her teaching of the language, which proved to be continuous until the last day). Since there was so little time left, I continued with the unit of which they were already in the middle, taught them the correct material, and started the “review” for their finals (which was really a re-teaching of material from the beginning of the year). We had to work hard, and we had to work fast, but it was a great experience, and I had a blast doing it and working with them.
On the last two days of classes, with finals finished, I gave out blank paper and markers to the students and asked them to write their names on the top of the sheets. I then instructed them to pass their papers around, so each person can write them a message of something nice about them, or something they liked about each person, etc., so each student would have those messages and memories for however long they chose to keep them. I also signed as many papers as I could, and before they left, gave a short speech thanking them for their hard work and patience, for working with me and cooperating though it was the end of the year, apologizing for their bad experience with ASL and explaining that I now hoped they had a better vision and perception of the language and the culture, that ASL can truly be a ton of fun, and that Deaf people are some of the best people in the world with whom to make friends. They all responded really well, and actually clapped afterward and agreed that they now loved ASL! What a great feeling. I had also written my name on paper and passed it around to students, for anyone who wanted to sign it (one paper for each class I taught -- one class of Level 1 students, and one class of Level 2 students). I told them if they chose to write anything, they could also choose to write their name or be anonymous, whichever they preferred.
After collecting their responses the last day, the amount of messages were overwhelming. I received four full pages worth of “thank you!”s, “thank you for saving us/our class!”, “you’re a great teacher!”, “I wish we had you from the start!”, “I actually learned real sign language,” “you’re a great person,” and one girl wrote “I was actually able to sign to the Deaf man who moved in across the street from me. Thank you!” I couldn’t believe it.
Here are pics of the messages (in random order of different levels):
I had no idea if what I was doing made any difference to them at all, and yet, every single response proved that I impacted them tremendously more than I ever thought I did or could. It was an unbelievably touching experience, and though it was only a short time I taught them, I will never forget them or my time with them, my first real class of students, as long as I live.
Again, they reinforced my belief that I am made for this profession, despite any difficulties I may face now or in the future. It is the most rewarding experience, and I absolutely love this job!
As for the interview I went on shortly after I started, I never received a call back, which is a little disappointing, but it’s okay. It was a long shot anyway, and the school is about a 45 minute or more drive away from my home every day.
However, I do have another interview this week for a part-time position as an ASL teacher at another school closer to me. And even if that doesn’t work out, I was invited back to be a substitute teacher next year at the same school in which I just finished teaching. As long as it sticks, I may be able to see some of my students who will now be seniors, and maybe even sub their classes.
Though I’d rather be teaching my own classroom, it’s a trade-off to be able to stay in the district and schools that I love, and see my first real students again before they move on to college. To celebrate our graduations, our anniversary (yay!), and our new jobs, my boyfriend and I went on a weekend vacation to Myrtle Beach and were finally able to relax, unwind, and have a great time after all the hard work we had put into graduating and our jobs. We went jet skiing, went on a dolphin watch tour where we saw about twenty dolphins out that day (I LOVE dolphins, so for me it was the best day!), walked through Ripley’s aquarium, saw a laser light show to the beat of Led Zeppelin, and took a helicopter tour on our last day. We got some great pictures out of it as well, and overall had an amazing time. We didn’t want to go home!
So again, I apologize for the length of my posts (this seems to happen a lot, huh?). But I would also like to restate that I am living proof that dreams truly do come true.
I worked my ass off, and I was rewarded for it in the best way that I could imagine possible; from simple “thank you”s from my students. In only one month’s time, they felt I had “saved” them, and helped them learn to love not only the language and culture, but also love learning again.
My message is the same: Never give up. You never know for whom you are making a difference, and even though retail is and always will be a true Hell on Earth, accomplishing your goals and making your dreams come true is the Heaven that, in the end, makes it all worth it.
Thanks for reading, RHUers! Maybe my next post will be a witnessing customer account (and hopefully shorter!). Keep your head up.