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A bit of background:
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So on Sunday, I bought temporary mustache tattoos from Old Navy. My boys loved them, put them on, went to daycare and school, his teacher had no issue with it because it's not against dress code and is just FUN, they went all week with having these and no one had an issue.

Yesterday, Tree had a substitute. She had an issue.

I picked my son up from daycare, and instead of his tattoo - he had open, bleeding wounds on his face. Long ones, deep ones, parts that looked burned, they were still bleeding and he looked in pain. I asked him what happened, and he said that his substitute said he was not allowed temporary tattoos, he was disrupting the entire class, and he was to leave class and scrub it off and come back when it was gone.

The problem with that, that the majority of adults should know, especially ones that work with children - temporary tattoos are DESIGNED to NOT COME OFF WITH WATER. You need baby oil to remove them.

So my poor 9 year old son, who wants to please absolutely everyone and who was worried about being in trouble for the first time in his life, went to the washroom and sat and SCRUBBED and removed half his skin in the process because it wouldn't come off and he was worried about being in trouble.

He went back to the classroom BLEEDING and in pain and in tears, and she just told him to sit down and keep working.

Oh, I was mad. I was beyond angry. I'm like a little mama bear, these boys are my LIFE and no one, NO ONE better cause them any type of pain. I'm amazingly protective of them.

Right away, I called and lodged complaints with the substitute placement program, the Calgary Board of Education, and my son's principal. I'm FURIOUS that my son was injured at school for doing what a teacher forced him to do, and not only if she was too ignorant to realize that temporary tattoos don't come off with water, the second he walked into that classroom injured, I should have been called, first aid should have been given. He didn't even get a bandaid, he had to sit there for the rest of the day with this.

I'm not exaggerating the wounds, y'all, he has one hole in his face about half an inch in diameter that as of this morning, despite my cleaning it, putting medicated creams and band aids on, was still bleeding. I ordered his favorite food last night for dinner to try and cheer him up, he's sad because he's never been in trouble before and he doesn't like the feeling that someone wasn't happy with him. Despite it being his favorite meal, he could not eat it because moving his mouth put him in too much pain. And my son is strong, he's the type that will suck up any kind of pain and laugh it off.

I had a meeting with the principal this morning, and she was just as appalled, because she knows Tree and knows what a well behaved boy he is. She actually said she wishes he wasn't so good at that point, because she would have preferred him telling the teacher a big fat no, being sent to the office, so that they knew what was going on. If he had been sent to the office, he would have been sent right back to class, because temporary tattoos are NOT AGAINST THE SCHOOL CODE and she could have had a chat with the teacher, that she was not within her right to even ask that. She says she confirmed, what she did violated the code that they all have to abide by in the regulations. It could be considered abuse against the child with regards to discipline.

So now she's filed another complaint through HR with the Board of Education, one that will stay on her record forever.

I'm still angry. This teacher messed up in so many ways. 1. It wasn't against code, so she had no right to get him in trouble. 2. Temporary tattoos do not come off with water, my son should not be injured because of her ignorance. 3. If there was an issue with it, he should have been sent to the office instead. 4. Once he returned to class injured, I should have been called, or at the VERY least, he should have had the wounds cleaned up and bandaged.

My son is a good boy, he's an amazing boy, he did not deserve this happening.

The one silver lining out of all of this, that my son and I both think is hilarious, the sub had such an issue with a temporary tattoo mustache, but because of his wounds, I had to leave medication and bandaids on today so hopefully they don't scar, because one is deep enough that it might.

The funny part? All I have at the house is bacon bandaids.

So my son, instead of rocking the temporary tattoo, is now rocking a bacon mustache, and if she's there again today, which I guess due to privacy they couldn't tell me, there isn't a damn thing she can do about it. I told him this morning, that if she returns today and if she so much as talks to him wrong, that he is within his right to walk to the office and demand that they call me, and I will come and pick him up and take him out of school in a split second.

I'm angry though, I still don't feel like just a strike on her file is enough, I want an apology from her to my son with me in the room, and I'm going to keep pushing until I get that. She needs to own up to what she did to my little man.

In which the final word was "AUUUUUGHHHHH!"

To relate my own story of bad apartment services, I must set the scene. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Basically, we were in college and found out that the majority of our friends were backstabbing, manipulative assholes.

We had been living in a trailer near campus under an awesome landlord. He laid down reasonable rules and he kept up on his properties. Unfortunately, our friends turned out to be not so nice. We were paying $675 plus utilities for 6 of us, and come to find out they were jonesing to stick us with the rent and spontaneously leave. Nice. Classy.
We left instead after verbal abuse and some not so nice treatment of our items. We had to get out of there fast and we ended up in this... Charming little apartment near the place my SO worked anyway.

Why we didn't take one look at the place and just keep driving like there was obviously a horror movie going on there was because it was actually a cool place. It was an old, old motel, and the rooms had been connected and renovated (you know, in the 1820s), and we had two showers and two bathrooms. One shower was built into the wall of the bedroom and WE WERE YOUNG AND IT WAS COOL!

Our landlord was this fat, old guy that owned an old restaurant in town. He seemed nice and, since we were but poor college students, he allowed us to pay our deposit in installments. Rent was reasonable and included everything. We never actually signed a lease or even saw one. Hmmm.

About a day after moving in, we realized only one sink worked, only one toilet worked, and the fridge and the oven/sink/counter combo were ancient. Then, the shower in the bedroom leaked into the stairwell below. No biggie, we said. We didn't use the bathroom or shower in the bedroom and we got our neighbor to fix the toilet. We could hear the disgusting downstairs neighbor watch porn at 1 am, but NO BIGGIE, we had a place to stay and it was our own and no one bothered us.

A week in, we began to notice the bugs. Roaches. Despite being students, we are clean people and I hate bugs so I cleaned and swept and de-bugged religiously. Come to find out everyone had them. Big ones, small ones, some as big as........
We learned to watch constantly for the bugs. We went through like 25 cans of bug spray while we were there.

Let's see.... Our neighbor (who fixed our toilet), stole our cable! And then got mad at US because he didn't have cable anymore. :/

The neighbors who moved in after him smoked so much pot that I could smell it in our apartment, which was across the hall and through a caulk-sealed door. It WOKE ME UP. Not cool. Several times the cops came because, as it turns out, some guy up the road was burning trash. They asked if I smelled anything weird. YES, I'd say! The neighbors toking it up like it's 1999! Nothing was ever done...

Our one neighbor was actually my SO's coworker. It turned out she was a huge liar and told stories about people left and right. She also stole this motorcycle. She bought it, and moved out without paying on it and didn't give a forwarding address.

Our next neighbors were nice, but they fought a lot. Ah well.

We learned to live with it, and in fact made the place quite cozy. It was that winter that we really suffered. The ancient motel's ancient boiler lost power. Several times, men who may or may not have actually been licensed came to look at it, and apparently nothing could be done.
Usually this would be remedied quick, no? I mean it was WINTER. There was SNOW.
This was when we found out that basically nothing in that place was up to code or even safe. We had two space heaters for our two room apartment. If we had both on, the neighbors' heater wouldn't run. We popped several breakers because we all tried to stay warm. In the end, they kept their gas stove on...

We began to complain since it was so cold. Eventually, we stopped paying the rent. Why pay when we were freezing?!
Our landlord began to call, demanding to talk to me and be given the rent. We began looking for a new apartment because my SO was starting a new, better job. I never returned his calls.
The final word, on the final voicemail he left me before we moved out was "AAAAUUGHHHHHHH!!!" screamed into the phone. Good riddance.

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Could you look up the definition of "news", please?

Dear Bergen Record,

There a lot of things that count as news and are worthy of front page coverage: politics, the economy, crime, environmental disasters, etc. Heck, I'll even grant you sports.

An upcoming episode of South Park? Not by any stretch of the imagination.

ETA:Apparently, expecting non-fluff news on the front of a newspaper is the minority opinion on this com. *shrug* Oh well, I'll just depart from the thread with a "YOU KIDS GET THE HELL OFF MY LAWN!!!" and leave it at that.

BTW, could the tagger add the "I dare you to say Hastur three times" tag? Not related, but I like that one.

Edit:To correct embarrassing typo.

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So yeah I went to this diner for a burger and fries and I want to put ketchup on them. I'm sitting there squeezing the bottle and shaking it and ain't nothing coming out and I'm like I can tell the shit is full. Wouldn't you know they put the bottle put on the table and never peeled off the foil seal underneath the cap. I'm like to the waitress yo how'm I supposed to get this here ketchup on my fries and she's like it ain't no big deal and shit.