Despite the fact that I spend my day with about 100 or so high schoolers (mainly Juniors and Seniors) there are times that I am scared to grow old. Many of this kids are given everything they want without working for it, they are disrespectful, and the general apathy that they have for life in general can sometimes get overwhelming. Although most of the time I love my job and my students sometimes it hard not to get nervous about who is going to be taking care of me and our nation when we get older. Last week was one of those weeks, until I went to the grocery store. We had a busy weekend planned so we decided that one of us would go to the store on Friday night after out little monkey was in bed, so I volunteered. So after waddling my way through the store I get in line. Just in time to see some 20 year old piece of trash walk up to her boyfriend and go "here is the cheese you wanted" his reply "Not that kind" and she throws it onto the magazine racks where it is going to spoil and go bad. When I get up the the register I tell my cashier and she has my bagger go take care of it. She also notices that I am missed an envelope for the cards i am buying, the woman behind me simple says "its OK I am not in a rush go get an envelope" since she heard me say, I didn't want to hold up the line and get the envelope. Well I waddle my way to the cards, waddle back, am now huffing and puffing and probably sweating and I begin to bag my groceries. At this point the teenage son of the woman behind me (the nice envelope lady) comes up to me and says "Ms. would it be OK if I bagged your groceries for you" I almost burst into tears right there on the spot. It was probably all the waddling and hormones that made me overly sensitive, but i was truly moved. Even if his mother made him, this teenage boy offered to bag my groceries because it was the nice thing to do. I must have thanked him 10 times before waddling my way out to the car. Now if only he could have come home with me and unpacked them....