Kids Say the Darndest Things

Working with teens everyday, you get to hear/say/be a part of some pretty fun and strange things. Here are a few that have occurred during this current school year, taken from my Facebook page.


An FYI for the teenagers: When you ask someone to take a “selfie” for you, and that person is not in the pic, it’s called a “photo” or a “picture”.


The 3 best things I heard today (without context):
1. Confidently awkward
2. Suck it, skinny person
3. What if you put jam in between 2 peanut butter cookies?


No word of a lie: my brain is so tired that last night I was trying to say the word “photocopy”, but my brain gave me the word “vampire”. Say What?! I had to pause as I knew this wasn’t the right word, and waited for “photocopy” to make it’s way to the front. Took a while though. :/


Things you think about on a 4 hr road trip with a van full of girls:
– there can’t be that many new poses or facial expressions for you to keep taking selfies for almost the whole trip
– there are an inordinate amount of songs about the female butt, ass, booty, bass, etc. (and how the “singer” would like to touch it, tap it, lick it, etc.)
– 15 passenger vans are very hard to heat/cool to the satisfaction of all… esp. when you also need to defrost the windshield.


Told one of the girls I loved her (I’m a firm believer that they need to hear it from an adult now and again). Her response: I know. Everyone does.


Myrna have you seen the movie The Purge? We should do that in the dorm.

Um. Okay?



Walking Around

I have a number of “thoughts” stored away from before I decided to try the blog thing. They may show up here sometime, but I’ll start with my thoughts from today. Although it’s going to bug me that they won’t be in order. (I’m nothing if not concrete-sequential)

Some days, my job entails a lot of walking around. Sometimes the walking around is with “purpose” – opening lots of doors from piano rooms to the skating rink, going to the school to help someone print something, doing rounds through the dorm, bringing messages between students, checking on things in the kitchen, selling a bag of popcorn before Study Hours start, etc. Sometimes the walking around is “aimless” – wandering to see who is around and what they are up to, going from dorm to school to rink to soccer or football field to be a presence, etc. Often I stop to visit, share a laugh, answer a question, or ask a question. Other times I just smile as I pass by. Many times, when I am walking somewhere with a “purpose” for one student, I get stopped by 1 or 2, or 3, others along the way who also have questions or a request of me.

My job is relationship driven. I am here for the students (or “my teenagers”, as I often refer to them.) Without them I would not have a job. But like most human beings, there are days where I am tired, or have my own life issues weighing on my mind, and being present for the students isn’t that day’s priority in my head.

Yesterday as I walked into the dorm from outside, I was greeted by a few of the students who were in the lobby.

“Hi Myrna.”


“Hey Myrna”


“Hi Myrna, how’s your day?”

“Good… how’s yours?”

I had not just arrived at work; I had been here since before lunch. These students had seen me a few times already today.

I walked into the girls’ dorm and passed a few more students.

“Hi Myrna.”

“Hi ladies.”

I walked into the dean’s office, and instead of propping the office door open to show that I am in here and that you can walk in if you need to, I decided to close the door. I needed a bit of a respite. But from what? From students being genuinely pleased to see me? From wanting to say hi?

These students, these teenagers, these… people… feel the need to be recognized just like we all do. They want to be seen, to be heard, to be loved. And maybe over the course of the year I have been successful in showing them that I have seen them, have heard them, that they matter, that they are loved. And maybe that is what they wanted to unconsciously give back to me? They are, in their way, inviting me into their world and into their lives. What a privilege. If I wave them off and don’t give due attention to their reaching out, am I not doing as much damage as if I had never heard or seen them in the first place?

So I took a breath – we all need a chance to breathe now and again – and headed back out into the world of my teenagers. Into the lobby and into the school, where students who had already seen me and said hello a number of times already would likely greet me again, inviting me into their world.

“Hi Myrna, what are you up to?”

“Hi sweetheart. I’m just hanging around. What are you doing?”

Hello world!

I used to journal regularly and I’d make myself write everyday. Somewhere over time I dropped the habit. I have notebooks and binders filled with my deep thoughts and everyday happenings (and teenage angst) from my pre-teen years into my twenties.

This will be a place for me to put my musings. I don’t know how often I’ll add, or if anyone will be interested in reading. And while I hope there won’t be too much angst here, I don’t promise anything! 😉