Teenagers should be called pests with limbs in disguise
Being a resident warden--as like with any other job, has its fair share of inane idiosyncrasies and brain-numbing frustrations.  Particularly when it entails handling hormone-raging, EQ-stumped teenagers acting more like cockroaches than human beings.

A particular conversation ensued, this evening when I was doing check in.

A group of 17 year old teenagers sit outside on the steps of their container-bungalows, talking.  It is 10.15pm. Roll-call time.  They know they should be back in their bungalows.  I approach them.


Me: Alright guys! It's time. Bed time!
They flash me a "God,-you're-so-retarded" look.
Them: Come on! It's only ten fifteen! We check in at ten thirty!
Me: Nope, check in is at ten fifteen.
Some of the girls start whining
Girl: But come on!! We're 17!
Me: Oh wait.  How old?
Girl: 17!
Me: Oh really?  You're acting like you're 7.
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Andrew, a big, tall Australian boy who religiously gives me problems every night--comes hopping up to me whilst I'm in the thick of check-in--read: very irritable.  Andrew is grinning from ear to ear.


Andrew: Can I please have some toilet paper?
Me: Toilet paper?
Andrew: Yes I really need some.
Me: What is it now Andrew.  You come up with something funny every night.
Andrew: (still hopping and grinning) I really need to go take a crap.
Me:  I see.  But aren't always full of crap?
"Owwwww!!!" His roommates start howling in delight at the diss.
Me: -so what difference would it make?
Andrew pauses--momentarily stunned.  Then grins again.
Andrew: I need to get rid of my old crap to get crap afresh!!

I swear.  These kids drive me up the wall.  After this happened, Kiko and I made four boys run around the swimming pool for 15 minutes for making derogative whooping sounds at me from their bungalows.  In the end, they sadly got their butts whooped instead.