Date: 9/19/2020
By MuffinFluffin
Background: I work at a high school and in a kitchen, sometimes on the same day because I hate myself. 10/12/2018: First thing in the morning I walked to the school, but the main room is more colorful than it usually is; it seemed like more of a preschool setup rather than collaborative programming. I asked the head teacher if my friend “Brad” was working today, despite him actually working at the kitchen job and the fact that neither of these jobs have ever connected with each other. With an “oh shit” expression, the teacher states that “due to Brad’s noncompliance with one of the students he no longer works here/we had to let him go.” Apparently, Brad blew a rubber glove into a balloon and pimp slapped the worst behaving kid. After she said this, “Alana” was heard laughing in the secluded quiet space designed for student tantrums.