My short stint as a youth counselor - Attempts at communication

I remember being told that proper training would take place before I was thrown into the chaos, but it didn't look like that was happening. The be honest, I was lied to because it was me and two other guys assigned to watch 40 juveniles. A lot of teachers will say, I deal with that many kids every day. Now picture this...Imagine your worst student ever, now imagine him being sent to a school with all the other worst students ever, where they will try to out perform one another in the art of misbehaving. Now you have a small picture as to what you're dealing with at theses schools.

Our job was to wait for them outside their classrooms, line them up while trying to keep them quiet, then marched them to the restrooms, where two counselors keep them quiet while another escorted them into the bathroom. I stood there as the other counselors screamed at these kids to be quiet. The kids mocked them and laughed. They all eye-balled me and were curious about me. They had thrown a new creature into their environment and they were all interested in me. A few asked, are you going to be cool? You look like you'll be cool. Do you think you can sneak us some stuff into school?

"Sure, what do you guys need?" I asked.

They looked to one another with shock and began whispering amongst each other.

"How about some cans?" One of them asked.

"What's that?" I asked with confusion. Surely these kids had no need for cans in school, unless things had changed that much since I was a student. Maybe kids enjoyed kicking cans in the hallway, I didn't understand these animals. They seemed to like smacking each other and pushing each other around, maybe cans made more noise when struck.

"You know, bring us in some snuff," another student asked as he adjusted his tie. This is another element I found hysterical. The students dressed in uniform. I immediately thought to myself, this school is trying to polish a punch of turds. I'm not fooled, I still smell shit beneath their jackets.

"Oh! Snuff? I pulled a piece of paper and pen from my folder as the students looked on. "What else do you guys need? How a bout beer? What kind do you guys like?" I asked as their eyes widened.

"No shit! You'll get that stuff for us?"

"No. Now get in line and shut up," I responded.

This was my first form of communication with these creatures.