Safety Patrol Part 2

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The more I thought about it the more fascinated I became with the idea of it. It was like I was at the top of the school. Like a senior. My mother explained to me that this was a great opportunity to set a positive example for the children in lower grades levels. But I didn’t really care about of that.

I could picture it so clear…

Me…

Ruling over all the 5^th, 4^th, 3^rd, 2^nd, 1^st…

Even the kindergarten and Pre-K students.

I’d be like a Queen. Royalty. The president. Powerful and in charge.

5^th graders were allowed to be apart of the SAFETY PATROL club too. But not like the 6^th graders. 6^th graders were Lieutenants. 5^th graders were like mall cops, not really a big deal. They wore the musty orange safety belts. 

Yuck! 

The thought of that color just makes my stomach turn. It reminds me of my Mom’s carrot and spice breakfast smoothie. Like…really… the worst… the absolute WORST ginger rusty orange color you could imagine.

6^th graders safety belts had more style. Like me. The belts were a pretty fluorescent neon yellow. Bold. They made a statement ya know. You know the bright yellow street signs with man and lady crossing the street? They were like that. Students and faculty could recognize you from the far end of the hallway.

And that’s not even the best part…

The badges…

OMG!… The BADGES!!!

They were shiny silver like a new quarter with the AAA logo. 5^th graders got a small, tiny, tiny, pin that just said safety patrol in dull letters. 5^th graders didn’t have badges. Only the 6^th graders because we were older. Cooler and just better.

Of course the teachers didn’t say that, but I knew that was the reason.

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