i spent my weekend as a chaperone. lurking and listening. ready to pounce the second something went wrong, or someone left their room.
reminding everyone:
to whisper,
close doors softly,
walk down halls,
whisper,
and again,
whisper
so the older couple on our floor weren't disturbed.
they were disturbed. 50 teenagers do not understand the meaning of whisper. neither does clin.
and i feel invested. and it's really nice to get to know them. and that's the best part.
photo via erjkprunczyk
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The hotel called today. Room 316 broke both of their beds. The manager was rally nice and he's going to try to fix it himself. I said don't, send me an invoice, the school will pay and we'll fine the 4 students for the cost.
He he he. You're right. Clin doesn't know the meaning of whisper. I remember going to the grocery store with him and telling him just about the whole time to not talk so loud.
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