Post by Tamara Sulik on May 30, 2014 9:16:58 GMT -6
You’d think it was easy, to be a dorm monitor. That didn’t sound too hard. In most college, they even let a responsible do most of that job! But it could be bothersome. Especially when dealing with kids. Mutant, gifted kids.
Her job was more than simply walking down the hallways and make sure everyone was in their dorm past curfew. She had to make sure the dorms stayed in good order, which meant dealing with their drama, stopping them from trashing the pace and keeping the hallways moping kids-free. And many, many other things. But it was not like she expected any of those kids to understand. Most probably laughed at the authority she tried to get on them. Well, not most. Because most did what you told them, like the good little students they were. They always had a good reason for being out when they shouldn’t, they apologized, they did what they were told. But the few portion of them not doing so decided to bring mayhem not only for their own enjoyment but also it would seem for the sake of all of those who dared not.
Tamara was generally calm when dealing with them. But inside, she often wished she could just kick their butt. She had to control herself of course. Not that she would really use violence on them, she wasn’t that hotheaded. But she had a tendency of letting her mind out without much of a filter and she knew she had a sharp tongue. She didn’t need them to be offended and complain about her behaviour, even when they deserved the cold shower of reality. She also wished she were taller at times. Try to look commanding when most of them were already taller than you were. Or kept watching her breasts and totally lost track of what her mouth had to say. She was not here to do their sexual education for crying out loud. In fact, she would appreciate not to know should this eventually ever happen.
It would soon be curfew and so Tam was doing a quick round down the corridor of the co-ed dorms. She could hear some of the students who were in their rooms. As long as they were, she didn’t bother telling them to be quiet, unless one complained about the noise. Anyway, they still had an hour or so before she’d start forcing them to their room. And after all that happened around the school, she was ready to give them a break. They sure deserved it. She kept going, happy to see no one was abusing this privilege so far.