(Yes, I text my teenager on her lunch hour to bitch about OTHER teenagers.)
Me: I’m subbing on my prep for the Drafting teacher, and I’m watching this girl flirt with the boy across from her by pretending to be stupid to get his attention.
Caolinn: Ugh. Idiot.
Me: I want to throw markers at her.
Caolinn: Please do. Throw red ones, they’re more alarming and make sure to take the caps off first.
Me: And as I do, I’ll scream, “NOT. ON. MY. WATCH.”
Caolinn: They can’t fire you…you’re just teaching her.