Some things do shock me...

So, we all know that I work at two different residential treatment centers. They are private centers so tuition costs quite the pretty penny. Most the girls we get do come from well-to-do families and then there are some who come from "my nanny and maid use to do that" families.
Two different situations have occurred lately that have made me stop and shake my head and wonder did their parents really think they were doing them a favor?

Situation One:
Scene: The staff follows the 17 year old female student into the bathroom to show her where the rolls of toilet paper are after discovering that a bathroom dispenser was empty. The student takes the single roll of Charmin and goes over by the toilet, she looks confused.

Student: (continues to look puzzled) What do I do with it?

Staff: (raises eyebrows) You put it on the roll...

Student: (genuinely worried) How? I've never done this before.

Okay, stop scene. Let me first say, these were not complex toilet paper rolls-- they did not require keys, nor were they anything more than you would find in your own personal bathroom. After teaching a 17 year old how to replace a roll of toilet paper, I realized I had it way too hard growing up ;) *(This girl had also never swept, mopped, washed dishes, vacuumed, or taken out the trash before among other things)*

Situation Two:
Scene: Staff requests 13 year old female student fill up the empty ice tray that lay abandoned on the stove. Student confidently takes the tray and fills it with water and then walks to the refrigerator.

Student: So all I have to do is put it in the freezer?

Staff: Yes...

Student: And it will make ice?

Staff: Yes, water in the freezer turns to ice.

Student: That's so weird.

Okay, stop scene again. REALLY?! Putting water in the freezer to make ice is weird? Come on now, we learned that in pre-school if not before. Obviously, her parents never had her do the manual labor of filling up ice trays to make ice. She was use to pressing a button and having ice cubes come out of the door *(Oh, and she added-- "there was a button for crushed ice too")*

I guess there was really no point to this blog besides to find some small ounce of humor and disbelief in the lives of spoiled yet troubled teenage girls.