Some days, when I am on standby, I sit out back of the high school and watch the kids. It’s dismissal time, I am in my bus, and I have an elevated vantage point.
Teenagers do some of the silliest things. They jump on the hoods of their cars, they run all over the parking lot chasing each other. They dance, they sing, they some times stand up to each other. They sit behind the wheel revving their engines and wasting gas. Worst of all; they blow their horns and hoot and holler as they leave.
Often I watch the administration and their reaction. They talk to the kids, point their fingers, wave, and give parental type warnings. I have seen them book it across the parking lot of real trouble starts, but mostly they stand watch.
Except this one person who is not admin, but holds some title. The kids don’t wave or joke around with him. They don’t even notice he is there. Shaking his head in total disgust that these teenagers should act so devil-may-care, he struts around like a prancing peacock, important in his own mind. The poor sap is missing out on so much by not allowing himself to be caught up in the students unjaded outlook on life.
As the years have passed I have become more bitter, frustrated, and depressed with this world. We are a mess. However; I hope the day never arrives when I look at a kid laughing and goofing off and think it’s a waste.
It is so much more the opposite.