I am old and fat, especially when compared to the young charges at the boarding school where I work. I maybe 42, but my hair has, since I was 21, been turning white, and now it virtually is.
So I am slower. I know there is no point in chasing the boys around. They can out run me, easy. That will get me no where except out of breath. So I adopt a more, well, sinister approach.
I know where they sleep.
In fact, I have to wake them up in morning to go to school. If behavior is good, I wake them gently. If its not, I'm not so gentle.
I did get in trouble for using loud noise to wake them- they complained to my boss. Poor little darlings. I had to wake up to a loud noise every morning- my alarm clock, especially when I was their age. But my boss put the kybosh on that.
But there is more than one way to kick the can.
I now use water. Cold water, straight from the fridge. I just dribble some on the little precious' head. They hate it. So much in fact, that problems in the morning have almost completely disappeared.
Score one for me. Management knows about it, and they haven't told me officially to stop. Not even unofficially..
So The kids may get one over on the other supervisors. I don't know how some of the kids get away with it. But they are wary of me. And around here, that's a good thing.