while playing a vocabulary game, I had a student drop the 'f' bomb at another student.
I. Was. Livid.
me: (while switching from Spanish to English and voice rising in shock) A., did you just say what I think you said?
A: (looking away from me, but not at all embarrassed nor remorseful) what?
me: (voice rising still, incredulously repeating) did you just say what I think you said?
A: well, um, ah,.
me: go to the office
A: what! I didn't even say it!
me: you might as well have.
Technically, she didn't 'say' the word, she mouthed it. Just as bad in my book.
Those of you who knew me as a teenager are probably thinking what? V, you used to swear like a sailor!
Yes. I did. But now, I don't and I can't stand to hear profanity, especially from a young woman.
Is that sexist? Probably. I don't care.
I also heard something else.
Something that brought me joy.
My high school in the country is adjacent to the district's elementary school. The weather has been fabulous so I've had my window open.
During my lunch, the elementary children were at recess. Though I couldn't see them, I could hear them.
I heard their happy squeals, their laughter, their joy.
To borrow a phrase from Daughter when she really likes something, this made me happy.
I needed their dulcet sounds to drown out from my mind what had happened earlier in the day.
Ah. I shouldn't dwell on what happened with A.
As Scarlett said, tomorrow is another day.