A fifth grader called you a what?

Ok, I thought I had the best job in the world, and then a fifth grader called me a “bitch”. Maybe he missed the memo, but my job is to ensure recess is fun and safe. That’s the opposite of a bitch. I’m like the literal interpretation of the fun police. (Side note, when I have to tell residents at the dorm to be quiet or I have to break up a party, they often make snotty comments like, “What are you, like the Fun Police?” This always confuses me because if I were in fact the Fun Police, wouldn’t I be mandating fun? Forcing it upon them? Stupid college freshmen…). Anyway, how did this fifth grader misunderstand? Ugh. Perhaps organizing games isn’t going to be as easy as I thought. This particular school doesn’t have the funds for Physical Education so these recess games are the student’s first taste of team centered, organize sports. I think we (the volunteers and me) have to really consider that we are in essence teaching Physical Education. I am truly understanding the meaning of socialized cooperative play.