Don't Push Me, Cuz I'm Close to the Edge...

One more week and Hofstra Summer Camp is over...but I think I'm going to lose it before then. Originally I had nine 8-year-old boys in my group, all bad or annoying in their own way. Elliot and Tommy have their little tiny things every once in a while that's not worth mentioning. Anthony is impatient, Robby plays too much and cries for nothing, and Richie fights for no reason...but these are just minor things; them I can tolerate because their faults aren't often. On the next level is Spencer, Julian, Fabrice, and Joshua. Spencer's lil fat behind is just plain nasty. Every five minutes he's talking about doo doo, tryna kiss the guys, just plain annoying the shit out of everybody in the group. Julian's voice alone is enough to make me lose my mind; he sounds like he's whining but that's his regular voice. That and he likes to ignore me, I think he's starting to get the hint that I'm going to punch him in his freaking mouth if he keeps playing with me. Freaking Fabrice is just simply hardheaded...makes no dang sense. Now Joshua, this guy cries at the drop of a freaking hat. He comes crying to me all the time talking about somebody hit him when it turns out it was by mistake and he knew that too. Besides that he tried to tell me what I NEED to do on multiple occasions...actually it might have been just once but that one time was enough to piss me off like no other. I basically asked him " who in the world you think you talking to?" and that was enough to help him fix his face. Compared to this week though, I had it made in the shade. Fabrice left with the end of the last session and a new kid got added on. Well he's new to the group but Robert Peskoff isn't hardly new to the camp. He used to be in my friend Joe's group and he pissed me off then; how do you think I feel now? No lie, it literally took me fifteen minutes to get this kid inside after my group already left. As soon as we get outside this guy drops his bag wherever he freaking wants, kicks off his shoes, and takes off running...never in the direction the group is going though. He's one of those kids that thinks he can do whatever he wants and nobody can tell him any different. I mean I'll see if he still feels the same way after I fracture his jaw ::cheesing::. There's so many things I want to do to this kid it's not even funny. I tried to trip him while he was running but Joe wouldn't let me (jerk). The other day I was going to take the water that dripped into this cup and throw it in his face but I didn't have enough to do it by the time we left. And the other counselors know not to let me have any balls in my possession while I'm near him because I will launch it at the back of his head and laugh in his face when he's trying to get up. But you know what, Robbie is not nearly as bad compared to my new kid Kobe. Kobe is a manipulator and thinks I don't know, but guess what sucka I DO. And he talks to you like you're stupid. His old counselor (who I cannot stand) tells me "Oh you have Kobe? He's a handful, you'll have trouble with him." I told her straight up, "No see I scream on my kids when they act up, you just lollygag." Little muthaf'er don't know that I'll knock the shit outta him...or have Richie do it lol...naa I'll do it; I've been told I need anger management classes anyway, maybe this way I can go for free. If you hear that I got arrested for assault, you know why.