Douche Lords

After the month off I had for Christmas it's been a real struggle for me to be back in the classroom giving presentations and doing food demo after food demo. I retired the Jicama salsa and moved onto a Middle Eastern bread salad called a Fattoush. Fattoush sounds like douche and speaking of douches, I dealt with many yesterday during my day of 6 presentations. It was awful, 6 is just way too many to do in one way. After one class the kids are all piling out and I see this one guy kinda hanging around, and let me tell ya, he was a real douche lord, dressed in an 1999ish argyle sweater with show choir black dress shoes, through out my whole presentation he was rolling his eyes and whispering shit to his friends. It's really hard for me not to completely call students like this out, because there is nothing more that I would love than to just completely belittle the arrogant high school shits. But back to my story- so Mr. Argyle says to me,
"So what are you?"
I could have so many great responses for this question. But I was nice,
"Well... what do you mean what am I?"
"Like are you a chef? Or a student there? What do you do?"
Not like it's any of his stupid business.
"I'm basically a recruiter. I work for the school. This is my job."
"So you went to school to get this job?"
Wait a second. Is this little asshole belittleing me?!
"Well yes."
"So you're going to do this for the rest of your life? Come into high schools every day?" And then he walked out before I could answer.WTF just happened? It was one of those rare moments I didn't know what to think or even say. I mean of course I'm not going to do this forever, just until I win the lottery probs.
Just recalling this incident I'm getting all irritated. Let me discuss something that makes me happy: The Jersey Shore.
Oh Jersey Shore people, you make me feel ten times happier about my own life. I count my blessings after every episode, I'm thankful for the fact I've never been hit in the face by a guy, thankful an obese WT has never tried to attack me, and I'm happy I don't live in a place in which it's normal to wear fish net tights as pants, or lacy bras as shirts. But really, Snickers? Anorexic? I'm sorry but I'm going to have to call your bluff on this one. I find it hard to believe that you once "ate a cracker a day" as you claimed. I'm sure you were as anorexic as much as I used to be a sweet, soft spoken girl in high school. But its cute you pretend that you were. You've definitely made a great recovery.