The next time I have to come in here, I'm crackin' skulls!

Bender: Yeah, I've got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?

Vernon: I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don’t mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns.

Yeah I am in Saturday school. It is 7:06am and I am in charge of 12 students. Some are here for tardies, some are here for disrespect of a school employee, and at least one is here because something was found in his locker.

So now I am the "man." I don't want to be the "man," but to them I am. So they sit in my room while I write on this blog and work on some Master's course work. They can't put their heads on the desk. They can only sit quietly, and I smile. I smile not because I like this punishment, but because I have the Breakfast club running through my head.

I want to give the kids hugs. They looked so pitiful coming to school this morning. I have the Molly Ringwalds and the Emilio Estevezes and even one Ally Sheedy. I have one Anthony Micheal Hall who looks like he was put in prison. I even have one Judd Nelson who has been here every Saturday for the last month. He says he loves tradition, so he is starting one for himself. I can't help but laugh.

I volunteered today because our Vice Principal has a newborn baby girl. So I am the "bull." I can't wait to give them the line. But will they even catch the meaning? I don't know, but I can't help but smile.