On Saturday, we celebrated my FIL's 60th birthday, which was lovely. He grilled out, and we brought my favorite broccoli salad (emphasize bought, not made...sigh) and all of my SILs made several tasty yet unhealthy Indiana special treats. You know...broccoli casserole covered in cheese and fried onions, etc. The usual.
On Sunday, I dragged Matt to see a matinee of Harry Potter. I am kind of a die-hard, yet silent, fan...I've read all the books and I really think they are fantastic. I have always enjoyed the movies, and I feel like I have to see them in the theaters because of the special effects. So, we went. I did enjoy it (and poor Matt had no idea what was going on or who anyone was, but he appeared to stay awake), but thought that it lacked some of the excitement of some of the other movies. Thoughts? Comments? Please note that I haven't read the book for several years so I really don't remember if the book was relatively uneventful, too.
Anyway! Today it was back to work, and I started seeing students again. Naturally, most of them were skipping (I mean, for real? This was the fourth day of school!) so I only saw two this afternoon. Becky, my counterpart at the other high school, also managed to see a couple of kids this afternoon and called the second the bell rang to tell me some fun stories.
Stories = what us social workers live for. There are always stories. And they are ridiculous. And this is why I love my job!
Story Number One:
Two girls came into Becky's office this afternoon and looked really...uncomfortable and worried. One of them, we'll call her Girl A, told Becky that the other, Girl B, had to go to the emergency room. Concerned (and wondering why they were in her office), Becky asked what was wrong. Girl A replied that Girl B was experiencing some "sharp, stabbing pain...down there." Girl A then proceeded to explain that Girl B who is standing right there is "really clean, and has only had like one boyfriend."
Still unsure of why they had come to her office, Becky suggested they all go to the nurse's office. After some careful questioning by the male nurse (Without getting too graphic, can you tell me if the pain is...external or internal?), it was discovered that she had some sort of...internal boil. It apparently hurt so badly that the poor girl couldn't sit down.
At that point, Becky excused herself and returned to her office.
Story Number Two:
Becky also saw a female student today who was talking about how she just met her dad and her grandfather for the first time this summer. How did they reconnect?
Facebook. Apparently, Dad and Granddad were talking about how much they'd like to, you know, find her. One of Granddad's friends told him that all the teenage girls these days are on Facebook, so Granddad went on Facebook and did a search.
Ta da! Long lost daughter/granddaughter.
To all you teachers/counselors/youth service workers...what are your best stories from your experiences with kids? I have so many more stories...wow. Too many stories. But I love hearing stories like this, and Becky and I are constantly swapping tales from our days as foster care social workers. So - whaddaya got?