Crazy Nurse (Part 1)

In short, people, I’m really sorry for complaining, but there’s nobody else to tell! My friends are way too non-confrontational and would say this is no big deal! But, God, it made me so insanely pissed off, I hate that stupid old woman!!! Bitch! So, yesterday morning they took us to get checked for lice, and there were 3 nurses. 2 were normal and one wasn’t! Anyway, I ended up in line with some grandmother-like woman (there were 3 lines since there are 50 of us in the squad). And she looked at literally one boy and was like, “Ugh, I’m not checking this squad, their heads are dirty.” In the end, she made the other 2 normal nurses leave too. She wrote down who was in which line, and then there was supposedly no way to switch. They sent us back to the squad and told everyone with dirty heads to wash them. My head was clean (I washed it the day before), but I decided to wash it again anyway. I washed it so damn well that it should’ve blinded her with that super-mega cleanliness! I washed my hair 3 times with shampoo and 2 times with conditioner! Anyway, in the evening they took us to check our hair again, and that idiot told ALL THE GIRLS and HALF THE BOYS that we were dirty! And by the way, I bought both the shampoo and conditioner myself! With my own money! Mom offered me to take my dad’s, since it’s cheap, but I’m allergic to it and my head itches like crazy! So I went and spent my last 15 rubles on the only shampoo I’m allowed to use! And I only get money for my birthday, and it’s in February! So I spent my last money on that shampoo!!! I won’t have any more money until winter!!! I’m a generally kind person, and I told that idiot that I had actually washed my hair literally 4 hours earlier! And she says to me, “Don’t argue with your elders, I’m 73, I’m smarter. And how old are you? 10?” I tell her that first of all I’m 14, and second, if she doesn’t want to check me, I’m going to a normal nurse right now. She grabbed me by the shoulder and wouldn’t let me go, and she started screaming прямо in my face, I couldn’t even make out what because she was yelling so loudly. And she was yelling so hard that her spit was flying into my face! I got really angry and told her that her job isn’t to judge how clean our hair is, but to look for lice, and that I could be a total homeless bum, but if I don’t have lice, it’s none of her business. She started banging her fist on the wall and yelling again. In the end, I just stood there and waited for her to calm down. Then she spat out some nonsense like, “Lice actually come from dirt,” and gave me this smug victorious look. But, like, I don’t know who even believes that myth; even little kids know it’s not true, lice have nothing to do with dirt (if you don’t believe me, you can Google it). I told her that too. She started yelling again that she has 56 years of work experience and I’m a stupid kid. And I actually want to be a nurse too (or an elementary school teacher, I haven’t decided yet), so I told her that, and she spat on the ground right by my foot and said the earth would go extinct if people like me got involved in medicine. And then she spat again, but this time ON MY LAST CLEAN LIGHT PANTS, NOW I ONLY HAVE SHORTS AND WARM PANTS LEFT!!! I got really angry and started yelling too, saying that if she went to work in medicine, she should have been ready to see blood and sweat and grease and urine and vomit and literally anything, and she started yelling and stomping her foot on the ground again, and then said she would call my parents. I said let her call them, they’d support me. She called my mom, and when my mom found out what happened, she supported me. Then she called my dad and tried to lie to him, like I started it first, but he heard her calling my mom, so he yelled at her too. In the end I told her, like, “And what will happen if I come to you with my organs falling out? Would you tell me to wash them first too, since blood is dirty?” and she said that she wouldn’t save someone like me. Anyway, I went and complained to the camp director. He said we need to talk to the two of us, and today at 14:45 I’m going there. I’ll post later what the director said, but I just can’t right now! I’m furious! And she also made me cry! Of course I cried already in the dorm, not in front of her, she didn’t see it, but damn, it still feels like a defeat

So you should let the parents know; they’re paying money for this kind of treatment.

I informed them. They promised to call the director as well and complain.

In short: there are normal people, and there are abnormal people) Such people do come your way).

Impale the old witch on a stake!

What a wonderful post! Varya, you’ll have so many more moments like this in your life. And even when you’re 30 and have your own children, there will still be one little apricot who’ll be yelling that she’s smarter than everyone else. Stay strong, hang in there, it’s really good that you’re not alone and that your parents are on your side. That means a lot) Good luck on your life path🤗❤️

right, and that whole thing about how you should obey and respect your elders and not talk back is all bullshit; you should listen to yourself, and listen to authorities with a grain of salt, because sometimes they talk nonsense

It’s right that you’re not staying silent in this situation. People like that will almost certainly cross your path again in life more than once (to everyone’s great regret, the earth quite calmly carries such people), and this kind of experience, for all its many drawbacks, at least in the form of frayed nerves, is useful because it can teach you what to do with such people in the future