Lest we forget, I’m not that nice.

I had an adult snap at me in the hallway this morning for no apparent reason other than the entire high school (me included) was in her way (80 people in the hallway fighting to lockers in three minutes flat is actually thunder dome). As she walked past me, she was completely unaware that approximately 40 teens who were in the hallway changing classes heard her rude behavior and immediately stopped, bowed up, and contemplated a physical retaliation on her person directly behind her back for being ugly to me. Thirty or forty pairs of eyes made contact with mine to find out what the move was going to be on that kind of verbal attack. 

Thankfully, I preach self control on a daily, so I didn’t scream back at her or give the go signal for an all-out brawl (which was rather impressive, if you’ve met me). That would have been straight up entertaining but perhaps counter productive for the Jesus walk exhibit. The high school did, however, see something terribly character revealing—someone was incredibly rude to me without provocation, and I responded by standing still and remaining calm. Next time, they might see me go Sister Sunshine on ‘em. But today was Sweet Charlotte. (Mostly because I didn’t want to start an actual beat down of an elderly woman in the high school hallway. You’re all welcome.)

So, first moral of the story—the high school has my back and I have theirs. Don’t forget it. Oh, and second moral—the only reasons I didn’t throat punch someone this morning are because a) it’s pajama day and I didn’t fancy a Chilton Hilton mug shot in my pink polka dot jammies, b) there were too many witnesses and c) we were on hallway camera, not because I’m so Holy. I’m not that Christlike nor that stupid. I’d keep that in mind. Have a nice day! 

~Sister Sunshine Charlotte Said So