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Friday, November 6, 2009

Kid's Harbor (aka land of the booty biters)

This kid bit me in the butt.



And, no I don't mean that in a "he-was-just-a-really-bad-kid" kind of way. He literally bit me in my butt. Right cheek. He left a bruise. I felt like Forrest Gump.

My revenge? I put my cat ears on him (my Halloween costume - more on that later...) and took a photo of him.

Don't get me wrong, I love my part-time job. Some of those kids are really awesome. It's the biters, the throw uppers and poopers (on their clothes, on others, on you, sadly, not kidding!) that you have to watch out for. It's just that some days when I get pooped on, I think to myself, "Seven twenty-five per hour? For this?"

I also tend to feel this way when I pull a straight up Elle Woods (when she walks into the party wearing her playboy bunny costume) and come to work dressed as a cat for Halloween.



It took me about 2.4 seconds to realize that no one else dressed up...except for a select few three-year-olds that aren't even in my classroom.

Did I mention this came complete with a long, black tail? Oh, 'cause it did.

I'm thankful that I am not graduating with a degree in interdisciplinary studies. I may not have a clue as to what I'm doing this summer, career-wise, but at least Journalists dress up for Halloween and don't bite you in the butt (in literal respects, that is...figuratively, may be so!).
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