So I have finally gotten to the point where I love everything about my job. Every time I go to work I am reminded of why I chose this career field. When people hear that I work with juveniles that say all sorts things like " wow you are so brave. I could never do that. Arent you worried about what they have done and will do?" etc. I think it is sad that they think all these things without even knowing these kids. They are all good kids that have made some mistakes. They all deserve a chance to get back on track. Anyways I am starting to divert from what I was going to say. I am cool! Yes that is right. These kids think I am so cool. This seems like somewhat of a miracle to me. These kids are the hard core druggies, partyers, jocks, etc of their high schools. How in the world do they think that I am cool? Well usually it starts and sometimes ends with the fact that I drive a "cool" car. Once they found that out they start saying "Dude(that "dude" being me) your car is sick( apparently "sick" is a good thing now)!!!" They then ask a million questions about my car. Questions that I have no answer to because I have no clue what they are asking. Like do you have twelves on it? What kind of sound system do you have. My response is ummmm a really loud one. Also the fact that I am pretty sarcastic and have a bit of a dry sense of humor helps me to be "cool". The other day one of the kids came up to me and we had this conversation. Kid: Mallory you are such an OG! Me: Umm do you mean OG as in Original Gangster? Kid: Yes! You are an Original Ganster! Me: (laughing) yeah..... right. Kid: No you are so OG your collar needs t be popped. And you are so fly that you don't have to pop your collar because other people do it for you.
Yup apparently I am not only a gangster but an Original one at that. I am pretty sure when he called me that OG's everywhere cringed a little bit that this white Mormon girl is now considered to be one of them.
