I overheard it.
It usually starts in the springtime...but this year, with all the snow that's pushing spring off, I guess it was bound to start.
The girl drama.
I heard this:
Sassy Girl #1: "Stop talking about ______ behind her BACK!"
Sassy Girl #2: "I'm allowed to talk about her!! Besides, she talks about me all the time. The only thing I said was that I DON'T LIKE HER!"
This kind of talk went on for a few more seconds...
[fyi: miss no-named girl was standing RIGHT there. ouch.]
Both sassy girls were eye-rollin', oh-no-she-dinnnt'ing, and bobbing their head around so hard that the verdict is still out on whether they're properly attached or not.
The girl drama is ridiculous.
During all this I was working on some things at my desk (I used to never sit at my desk...but with pregnancy...its true, I sit sometimes-I admit).
I let out a huge freaking sigh because mainly, I realized it was time to step in.
It's like the buzzer went off and it was my turn to step in the ring, although I feared...f0r my life. Because honestly, who wants to step into that kind of drama?
No one. Not-a-one.
Not even a teacher...whose job is to put out fires on a daily basis.
So I let out a quick, "Excuse me ladies, that is completely unnecessary, and you know rudeness is not tolerated here."
I was really hoping this would do the trick.
But, it didn't help.
Not one bit.
The head bobbin' and the snap-snap-snappin' kept on happening. The girls would walk by each other and purposely brush shoulders with the other just to tick the other one off.
I could have cut the tension with a knife.
I managed to talk to each of them separate for a few minutes, and both of them seemed to have their 'reasons' for disliking the other so much. But GOOD grief 4th grade girls...chill the heck out.
You are not only scaring me of raising a little girl, but you're gonna send this peace-making teacher into early labor with all that bickering.
I realized with this situation today that I'm much better at handling the other simple little discipline situations...you know, talking too loud/not raising hands/misusing materials to name a few--- but these drama-fied ones? Notsomuch.
So on that note:
Dear baby girl,
Please, oh please do not turn out like these caddy little girls. I cannot handle that. I will have no clue what to do.
Your already-scared-about-adolescence mother.