April 26th, 2011 | Author: trancejen
Thanks so much for all your insightful comments regarding the bullying. Many of you had a lot of great anecdotes as well as a lot of great suggestions, and I appreciate it.
I contacted the school superintendent, writing a scathing e-mail that described in great detail the insults and texts that my son has been receiving throughout the school year.
I didn’t hear back from him, but he must have passed it along, because almost immediately, I heard from the school principal, who was most apologetic and promised me that the students the J-Man named would be dealt with swiftly and harshly. She also plans to meet with the J-Man on a weekly basis in order to find out how things are progressing.
The J-Man, unfortunately, is horrified by this turn of events. Even though this is all supposed to be confidential and his name is not going to be tied into the reprimands, he feels that he’s going to catch flack from the students who get into trouble and that he’s going to be known as a snitch or a baby.
I don’t know whether this will come to pass or not, but I told him that this all has got to stop, and that the principal has to get involved either way.
Hopefully I did the right thing. It’s so hard to know what to do.
In other news, the Easter Bunny visited the House of Trance, and Jesus Pole-Dancing Christ, have we got candy in spades.
My mother, who in her heart of hearts believes I am still twelve, made me an Easter basket and filled it to the brim with chocolate. I got a large chocolate bunny filled with almonds, a box of Cadbury eggs, a box of Cadbury caramel eggs, and other sweet treats designed to rot my teeth and make me fat.
My mother, who KNOWS I am trying to eat healthy and exercise, always is there with temptation.
I would love to say that I exercised a little willpower and did not succumb, but yesterday I ate the entire chocolate bunny and four, count them, four Cadbury eggs.
Gluttony. Pure gluttony.
I was so freaking wired that I was actually running around the basement, desperately looking for something to clean. I don’t understand why people bother smoking crack when they can save some cash and just buy a lot of Hershey bars and coffee.
In other news, there is a coyote problem in my area, so much so that people with pets or KIDS under 25 pounds have been advised to keep their little rug munchers inside, lest they get snatched.
I am so not used to all this freaking nature, particularly when it’s ugly. I don’t mind the sweetly singing birdies and the nice little hooty owl in our front yard, the adorable scampering squirrels or even the groundhog/gopher thing I spotted last summer. But coyotes? This is not the wild west, but suddenly I want me a shotgun.
Happy Tuesday. May your yard be free of varmints.
Cadbury eggs are one of my favorite seasonal treats. I also love caramel. I’m gonna have to try those Cadbury caramel eggs…
We also have birdies, a hooty owl and squirrels but no coyotes. Occasionally, we’re visited by a peacock which is always interesting. Oh, and possums and moles. Ugh.
Coyotes! puuullleeezzzeee. We have mountain cougars and bears!
Glad to hear some action taken on Jmans behalf. may I suggest instead of a shotgun, perhaps a paintball gun? But instead of paintballs, perhaps pepperspray balls instead. they work on coyotes and shitty little teenagers alike.
Peacocks would be pretty. Bears and mountain cougars??? I THINK NOT.
Nightowl, I love this idea of pepperspray balls. That’s good.
When I was in high school I witnessed a kid on my bus (no driving under 18 in Germany) getting shit quite often from the kids in the back. I’m ashamed to say I didn’t do much about it, but one day at the bus stop he was slapped in the face. The principal of the school came to me in class and said he was interviewing people on the bus and wanted to know what happened. I wrote a statement about what happened to the kid and was assured anonymity. But somehow the ruffians’ parents found out, and they told their kids.
I was scared to ride the bus for a while, but it eventually blew over. They picked on me for a few days and then I guess they lost interest, because I don’t even remember how things resolved themselves.
“rug munchers” lol
I know kids hate it when you try to step in on their behalf, but you might ask him what he would do if he saw another kid being treated the way he was. I’m sure he would want to intervene on their behalf. You are just doing what he would do for anyone else.