Here’s a story to curl your hair.
This week I was riding with my 7 year old daughter to school. As we approached the gate a mother stepped onto the footpath in front of me and immediately stopped with her back to me. That was no big deal since I was travelling at 7 year old speed.
Where the story turns nightmarish is why she had stopped. As she stopped, she turned and called to an unseen person, “Come on. We’re late.”
I looked where she was speaking and saw a boy the same size as my daughter, head down, thumbs flying on the keypad of a mobile phone. His response???
“When. I’m. DONE.”
“OK. No slushee for you after school.”
“I don’t give a stuff, I’ll buy one myself.”
“How, you don’t have any money.”
“Yes I do. The old man gave me 5 bucks yesterday.”
“To go away and leave him alone while he watched the cricket on TV.”
I sure as hell don’t want that kid in my classroom when he gets to high school. He’s already got more attitude than I remember most teenagers having in my school days.