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Nov. 13th, 2003 04:06 pmI hate being a meanie.
The number of kids forgetting their cards is going waaaaaay down, because I'm following the rules: No card, no entrance. The rare exceptions are told that they are exceptions (and why) and that it won't be tolerated again. Surprisingly, I'm believed. Kids are bringing their cards. Occasionally they're just handing me the fine for a new card automatically. I get very little back talk.
But I have to be a meanie to do it, and I don't like being mean. It's no fun having to be a hard-ass to a cute little kid with big brown eyes. It's scary being a hardliner with a kid who can crush you and thinks with his emotions. *waves at the teen center*
There's an edge to my voice, an edge to my thoughts. I hate being mean.
The number of kids forgetting their cards is going waaaaaay down, because I'm following the rules: No card, no entrance. The rare exceptions are told that they are exceptions (and why) and that it won't be tolerated again. Surprisingly, I'm believed. Kids are bringing their cards. Occasionally they're just handing me the fine for a new card automatically. I get very little back talk.
But I have to be a meanie to do it, and I don't like being mean. It's no fun having to be a hard-ass to a cute little kid with big brown eyes. It's scary being a hardliner with a kid who can crush you and thinks with his emotions. *waves at the teen center*
There's an edge to my voice, an edge to my thoughts. I hate being mean.
