I woke up after being text messaged and called by one of the youths in the class.
I’m half asleep and he hears it in my voice and asks if he woke me up. When I answer in the affirmative he asks if I’ll be at school.
When I say no he gets sucky that I won’t be at school today.
I tell him I’m glad he’s going to school though and I futilely try to explain that I’m sick but he’s already telling me the reason for his phone call.
There’s bad shit brewing between one of the boys and the only girl in the class.
My sleepy brain can only comprehend the words picture, Snapchat, cops, arrest. I sit up now but the kid’s taxi has come to take him to school.
Of course I’m wide awake now, so I attempt some damage control with a member of my team in the classroom.
It’s like a potential war zone in there and we gotta be prepared for catastrophes at any minute.
Okay he’s been forewarned, I feel better about my absence.
I can’t get back to sleep now because all I keep thinking is what the hell was that kid talking about this morning?
Wait did he say cops?
Shit I think he may have mentioned something about a charge.
I head downstairs I need coffee stat.
I finally hear back from the kid who fills me in on the entire story and all the gory details.
I won’t share, you’d thank me if you knew what I was leaving out.
The kid is talking to me from the class phone but he’s in the hallway. Even from home I tell him to lower his voice so he doesn’t get into trouble.
As he fills me in detail by excruciating detail I’m already planning how the problem solving will go.
I need to get in touch with my team. We gotta be preemptive in this. Gotta get ahead of the chaos.
Before I let him go, I make sure he’s got food at home.
He does but he gets distracted because the bell between classes has rung and he starts talking about all the cute shorties in the halls.
I remind him that I’m his youth worker not his homeboy.
He laughs and says he knows but I’m his closest (albeit) only youth worker.
He keeps talking about the shorty at the locker so I ask if he’s still trying to win back his girl, he doesn’t see the connection.
I tell him I’ll see him tomorrow.
I call my team one by one to fill them in.
Unlike you all, they aren’t exempt from hearing all the details.
I don’t even stumble over my words when I give them the inside scoop. They like me aren’t surprised by where this story has gone.
We predicted this outcome but no one really listened.
We tell each other that tomorrow we will detail with it all.
We work out a bit of game plan.
We hang up telling each other that tomorrow we will be there.
That we will do what we have to do to get through the morning classes and our afternoon meeting.
I hang up and I start thinking about my job and this little team of mine. And how we are all so isolated from our respective coworkers.
No one else really gets it like my team does.
It’s like some kind of platoon back from the war, you tell people the shit you’ve seen but they just don’t get it.
But your little team, well there’s a mutual understanding that if we don’t laugh at some of the shit that goes on, we’d go mad.
So anyway this triad of mine, they’ve got my back and me, theirs. And tomorrow we’ll suit up to face another day in a contained classroom with these kids that sometimes love us, sometimes hate us and sometimes just want us to shut the fuck up so they can go home.
And those sentiments, I am quite sure we have each muttered to ourselves on any given day.
Another day, another💲