New Job

Now that I'm working at the extra-special school with the extra-special kids who have extra-special needs, I end up being extra-specially damn tired at the end of the day. Working with the developmentally disabled kids is hard, but not as hard as working with the 'emotionaly disturbed' kids who have nothing technically wrong with them except their whole lives so they are all one step away from Juvie, in fact most of them are in and out of the legal system and the school, sporting their ankle bracelets like badges of honor, and their parole officers make surprise visits to the school frequently.

Life is full of choices; the girl who poops in her hand or the boy who tazered an eighty year old woman in order to steal her purse?