"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"I watched the woman in front turn around and snicker something at her children and all I could think of was 'you wait until this seatbelt sign comes off...'"
"The problem with thinking you’re smart is that I would almost guarantee that there is at least one of those apps you’ve never heard of. And if you aren’t on it, your kids probably will be."
"I could hardly make out anyone or anything through the tears. People were eating fast food around me, laughing, texting. I on the other hand was a wreck. I kept my face down, my face was drenched in tears. I kept telling and giving myself every reason to go through with this even though I did not believe in it."
I'm raising a Dollar Tree princess, who moonlights as Batman, likes to smell like Barbie, brush her teeth with ninja turtles, rock sunglasses of every color of the rainbow, buy bandaids like they are going out of style and break rubber bands like it's her job.