A Safe Place for Misfits

I can’t remember if I’ve ever told you where I work? It’s at a large public high school — I’m one of the secretaries. Near my desk, immediately to the side of it, is a little sitting area with a sofa, chair and coffee table.

sofaThe woman who had this position before me policed the sitting area with great rigor. Students were never allowed to sit there.

If they did, she’d make snarky comments to them in a sugary sweet voice, along the lines of, “Oh, are you here to see the Principal? Shall I tell him you’re waiting?” And then she’d snicker as they scampered off.

It may not surprise you to learn I’m a wee bit more lenient. But please be aware, my leniency arises not so much from kindness, as apathy. I simply don’t care who sits there. My only rule is that they are quiet.

Lately I’ve come to the realization that in the three years I’ve been here, the sitting area has taken on a certain ambiance — a kind of geeky milieu, if you will.

I told the other secretaries we should start calling it “The Island of Misfit Boys.”

On any given morning there can be anywhere from two to five of these boys. They rarely talk to each other; they rarely talk to anyone. They just sit here waiting for the bell to ring.

One of the boys, Nate, is our most regular denizen. In fact, he was the boyfirst. He started sitting here occasionally his freshman year, back when he was struggling to adjust to high school. Most of the time he sat there in a dark mood, other times he cried.

A few times he got so upset that I  had to get his counselor, because I don’t do emotions, okay?

His sophomore year was better. He started spending his lunch periods here. Eventually he got brave enough to toss his granola bar wrappers in the garbage can under my desk.

This year, his junior year, he started sitting here before school as well as lunch. He even spoke to me from time to time. He’d say ‘hi.’

But this last Thursday? This last Thursday he came right up to my desk with a goofy grin on his face.

“Guess what?” he asked me.

I didn’t have a guess.

“I had two finals yesterday and I did really, really well. In English I got a 94 and in Calculus, I guess it was 25 points because it was 25 questions, I don’t know for sure, but I got 21 right, but then she said I got some extra credit too, so I really got 23, so that’s pretty good! I’m so proud of myself!”

That was the most I’d heard out of him in all three years. I congratulated him for his good work. He was about to walk away, then he turned back.

“Do you always sit here?” he asked.

Taken by surprise, I stammered, saying I sometimes manage to leave my desk.

“I don’t mean any offense,” he said in a rush. “I was just wondering if you’re a teacher.” When he heard I wasn’t, he asked, “Then what do you do here?”

I told him I was the principal’s secretary. He stared at the office behind me, as though seeing it for the first time.

“Oh,” he said. “I thought maybe you were a teacher. Have a good Christmas.”

I wished him a good one too.

This just goes to show that Nate is coming out of his shell. It may have taken three years, but even so. It’s happening.

lonely studentAlso, it occurred to me that back when I was in high school, I attracted attention from the same sort of boys. I’m like a magnet for social misfits.

But at least they’re safe on my little island.

Author: C. J. Hartwell

Christi lives in Phoenix with Husband, Son, Daughter, and Dog. She enjoys moonlit walks on the beach, but as she doesn't live anywhere near a beach, she's usually in bed by 9:30.

9 thoughts on “A Safe Place for Misfits”

  1. Everyone needs a safe place and it doesn’t surprise me in the least that you are one to provide it, especially in a school as large are ours. Merry Christmas to you and your family! Staff and students are blessed to have you.

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  2. I can see you being the perfect safe island for teenagers — braver than me! I worked as a sub in grade and middle school some, never really wanted to be with the snarky teenagers cause I had those at home! I bet you are way more important than you realize to those kids!!

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