When I was growing up, my mom always told me “never start shit with anyone, but if someone starts shit with you, you finish it.”
So it’s like a few weeks into kindergarten and this little brat and his friends took my crackers from me (they were the good kind with peanut butter inside). I was so fricken pissed so I pinned them up against the wall at recess and got my shit back.
When the school called my mom they were like “uh ma’am your 5-year old daughter had 3 boys pinned against the wall…” When she found out why she was so proud of me and all “why’d you let them take my baby’s shit” and she still raves about it to this day.
my teacher sent a student home today because the student had had an anxiety attack earlier in the morning and she said “if you have a broken bone, you don’t just keep walking on it and damaging it more, you treat it. Your mental health is the same. Health then school.”
I was about to get really angry but it took a different turn than I expected
