My classmate, Charles, and I were picked to be conflict mediators in elementary school.  We watched a video about two teenagers who were up in arms about the status of a borrowed Walkman.  After that, we played the telephone game to hammer home the lessons about rumors and then we ate Snickers bars.  

A few weeks later, a huge fight broke out in the hallway between two girls.  They were punching and scratching and pulling hair.  In the front row, I saw Charles.  

“Get her!” Charles screamed.  ”Kick her ass!”

The conflict mediator program never convened again.

(Source: 6od)