Mean Girls Suck

Yesterday was once again that time of month. No. Not that time. Sheesh! It was my scheduled day to volunteer in Boy-Child#2's second grade class. GAWSH! Okay?! The major highlight of this event is that we get to spend lunch together. While Boy-Child#2 and I ate our lunches; one packed from home with all of his favorites and my $3 spread of a giant chicken nugget "burger", rubbery french fries, and questionable warm milk purchased from the school cafeteria, I could hear a situation escalating a couple of tables away. It was your typical "girl trying to establish her alpha status" routine. Where she, along with another girl (because it's always in pairs or packs) were grilling their lunch mate who clearly wasn't living up to their low standards. They fired a series of questions at her and no matter how she answered, they'd manipulate it until she answered correctly only to then ask about her contradiction. Since I'm not employed by the school and was only there to eat with my son after having volunteered in his class; I wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Do I get involved? Do I intervene? Do I contact Tina Fey? Because I'm not trained to do so and I will NOT handle it with diplomacy. I would lay the smack down on those bullies. So I alerted the lunch aide with the signal: stick hand in air wave it vigorously and point in the general direction of drama. It's a universal language. So she went to the table to handle the problem but not before I watched the victim, this little girl flee from the cafeteria, crocodile tears streaming behind the lunch box she used to shield her humiliation. My heart broke for her. Her day was ruined. And she probably woke up this morning with that feeling of dread washing over her when she suddenly realized she has to go to school. The kicker? They are first graders. It was like watching some after school special that was grossly miscast. The players were too small and the pain and angst too premature.