Just call me The Enforcer

Today seemed as if it would be a typical day at work-

I arrived on time.

I had already eaten my breakfast at home so I didn't have to worry about my stomach acting crazy and pushing me to think about food and not about work (hunger has a strange power over me)

My emails were checked and I was working on a couple projects before I had my afternoon meetings.

Then it happened...

A faculty member ran into my office saying (verbatim), " I need for you to come and help me to PHYSICALLY remove a student from the lab!"

I threw off my glasses, ripped my shirt open, and revealed the Golden 'S' on my chest.
I don't like people messing with my people, so I immediately went into action.

"Who does this student think he is?!? He MUST not not know who he is dealing with!"

I went into the lab and the unruly student saw me and began packing his things up. I felt like a cop.

"What's the problem?", I asked him.

"Ahh, no problem, I'm leaving now", he said.

"I bet you are leaving now... PACK IT UP BITCH!", I tole him.
(some of this dialougue has been edited for dramatic effect)

Then I kicked him in the ass as he was leaving out the door.
(ok, that didn't really happen either)

But I still felt like a hero. There was a room full of people and this one guy left because I told him to leave. He didn't leave when asked by another figure of authority, but for me. It was kind of weird... I'm like the same age as these students, but I kinda have their respect.

Go figure.