Lord of the (Fire) Flies

Rachel is quite chatty with us about events at school. Usually she tells us what's going on during the drive home. Lately she has told Drew about a lot of hitting, kicking and biting. Unfortunately Rachel often ends up getting bitten.

Last night, while I was at chorus rehearsal, Drew asked Rachel if the kids actually like each other. She said yes, of course. He said he'd like to start hearing some stories about how friendly everyone is.

Rachel's class is called the Firefly class, and Drew and I have nicknamed it the "Lord of the Fireflies" class because of the way the kids seem to torture each other.

This was reiterated tonight. Drew is in Seattle and Rachel and I were at dinner when all of a sudden she said, "Devin and Sadie were extremely not nice to me today. They  were teasing me. They were hurting my feelings so much I had to move away from them. They've been mean to me the whole week."

"What did they say?" I asked.

"You're not my friend, you're not my friend, you're not my friend," Rachel replied in a singsong voice.

"What did you say to them?" I asked.

"Please stop," she said.

"And what did THEY say?" I answered.

"You're not my friend, you're not my friend, you're not my friend," she said.

Rachel didn't seem particularly bothered by it all so I let it go.