Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 2:19:25 GMT -6
Girl Scouts of America HQ, New York
Disciplinary Council for Scoutmaster Stella Slater
Spring, 2018
”You have profaned the code, promise and law of the Girls Scouts of America, Ms. Slater. You willfully disobeyed the law put forth by the United States Government and with help from your scouts barricaded your state’s convention center shut, preventing the commencement ceremony between the Boy Scouts of America and the Girl Scouts of America from taking place. Your actions against this high profile merging of organizations in your district discredited yourself, those you held charge over, and the Girl Scouts of America. Your blind, impulsive actions spilled onto the pages of newspapers far beyond the borders of Georgia.”
Sylvia Acevedo, CEO of the Girl Scouts of America, held up a Washington Post newspaper and read the embarrassing headline. The other two members on the hearing panel grumbled.
”Girl Scouts gone wild.”
Another newspaper was displayed, the DC Metro.
”What’s in those Girl Scouts cookies in Georgia?”
Sylvia showcased the New York Times next.
”Girl Scouts of America? More like Girl Scouts of Crazy!”
That one was particularly painful to see because it featured Stella, adorned in full Girl Scout attire, handcuffed and escorted by police after the incident.
”You were jailed. You were plastered all over your local news outlets. If it wasn’t for your scouts miraculously coming up with your bail-bond, you would have remained jailed and you wouldn’t have been free to stir up more trouble. You were very lucky they sold so many cookies.”
Stella remained silent on that one. Her scouts had stolen money from the Georgia Girl Scouts treasury and from their own parents to free their beloved scoutmaster. The cookie sales did help too though. She planned on giving them demerits for their thievery, but that would have to come at a later time.
”Today that luck ends, Ms. Slater. I do hope you realize that.”
Sylvia looked upon Stella with the highest pedigree of disgust, likely the same look she’d given countless criminals during her time as a Judge. The hearing was contained inside a large conference room, but with Sylvia heading the proceedings it damn sure felt like a cold, unforgiving courtroom.
”I do, Ms. Acevedo. I also respectfully ask that you address me as Scoutmaster Slater, not Ms. Slater. I believe I’ve earned that right.”
Stella stood tall against the waves of revulsion from Sylvia, like a lighthouse in a storm.
”You lost that right the moment you disgraced us, Ms. Slater. Panel members, do you have any words or recommendations?”
The other two ladies declined to input, and looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there.
”Good. Ms. Slater, do you have any words before I give my ruling?”
Stella took a deep breath.
”I was doing the right thing. Sometimes the law gets in wrong. Sometimes laws hurt more than help. Integrating our organizations invites underaged fornication, pedophilia, and a host of other things that could be detrimental and even deadly for our girls. It was the right thing.”
”Sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t mean doing the right thing.”
Stella’s right eyelid twitched.
”What?”
”Sometimes there’s things more important than the right thing.”
Stella remained at the parade rest position, but truly she felt floored.
”You have two good eyes, Ms. Acevedo, but dare I ask how can you still be so blind?”
The gavel pounded quickly to hush Stella’s growing opposition.
”Quiet! I will not tolerate insults in this council. You have now forfeited your right to continue your final words. I am now prepared to give my decision.”
The three panel members stood and Sylvia bitch-faced Stella hard.
”Ms. Slater, due to your unpardonable actions which resulted in the things we discussed here today, I hereby excommunicate you from the Girl Scouts of America.”
Stella was prepared for something of such magnitude, but hearing it so cruelly in its official capacity hit like a sledgehammer. It was a very physical pain. One that caught her in the chest and stomach. The emotional pain would come later. Her eyelid twitch became a facial tic.
”Ms. Davis and Ms. Smith, please relieve Ms. Slater of her badges and patches.”
The two ladies approached the buxom blonde, and one of them, Ms. Davis, a prior scoutmaster with Stella, hesitated and whispered "I'm so sorry" to her.
”It’s okay. Do your duty.”
They began the tall task of removing the prestigious items from the clean, pressed, and creased uniform. Stella retained her poise in the parade rest stance, but inside she fought a World War Two battle to hold off the tears threatening to breach her eyes. Each badge and patch they removed weakened the now ex-scoutmaster. Those weren’t items to her. Those were memories, glorious moments that testified to friendships made, obstacles that were overcome, teamwork, and leadership. Each one carried names, dates, and places. A living testament not just of Stella, but of her scouts. Stripping each from her extracted a piece of her soul, leaving her feeling naked and violated when the last one was plucked and placed in the box with the rest.
”Ms. Slater, here is the documentation for your files. I wish you well in your future endeavors.”
Sylvia handed Stella the disciplinary papers. The ex-scoutmaster took them and curtly dismissed herself, shoring up her emotions until a safe distance away. The interior of her pick up truck was where she took out her frustrations and emotions. The outburst was like Mount Vesuvius pouring its wrath onto Pompeii and Herculaneum. Once it was over, her steering wheel was in the passenger seat, the dashboard had fist holes in it, and her rear-view mirror was gone. Long gone. She’s never found it.
When one dedicates their whole life to something, what are they to do when it’s ripped from them never to be regained?
END OF PART ONE ------ PART TWO FOUND HERE: (LINK BELOW)
ewcprez.proboards.com/thread/48661/disgrace-worth-gracing
Disciplinary Council for Scoutmaster Stella Slater
Spring, 2018
”You have profaned the code, promise and law of the Girls Scouts of America, Ms. Slater. You willfully disobeyed the law put forth by the United States Government and with help from your scouts barricaded your state’s convention center shut, preventing the commencement ceremony between the Boy Scouts of America and the Girl Scouts of America from taking place. Your actions against this high profile merging of organizations in your district discredited yourself, those you held charge over, and the Girl Scouts of America. Your blind, impulsive actions spilled onto the pages of newspapers far beyond the borders of Georgia.”
Sylvia Acevedo, CEO of the Girl Scouts of America, held up a Washington Post newspaper and read the embarrassing headline. The other two members on the hearing panel grumbled.
”Girl Scouts gone wild.”
Another newspaper was displayed, the DC Metro.
”What’s in those Girl Scouts cookies in Georgia?”
Sylvia showcased the New York Times next.
”Girl Scouts of America? More like Girl Scouts of Crazy!”
That one was particularly painful to see because it featured Stella, adorned in full Girl Scout attire, handcuffed and escorted by police after the incident.
”You were jailed. You were plastered all over your local news outlets. If it wasn’t for your scouts miraculously coming up with your bail-bond, you would have remained jailed and you wouldn’t have been free to stir up more trouble. You were very lucky they sold so many cookies.”
Stella remained silent on that one. Her scouts had stolen money from the Georgia Girl Scouts treasury and from their own parents to free their beloved scoutmaster. The cookie sales did help too though. She planned on giving them demerits for their thievery, but that would have to come at a later time.
”Today that luck ends, Ms. Slater. I do hope you realize that.”
Sylvia looked upon Stella with the highest pedigree of disgust, likely the same look she’d given countless criminals during her time as a Judge. The hearing was contained inside a large conference room, but with Sylvia heading the proceedings it damn sure felt like a cold, unforgiving courtroom.
”I do, Ms. Acevedo. I also respectfully ask that you address me as Scoutmaster Slater, not Ms. Slater. I believe I’ve earned that right.”
Stella stood tall against the waves of revulsion from Sylvia, like a lighthouse in a storm.
”You lost that right the moment you disgraced us, Ms. Slater. Panel members, do you have any words or recommendations?”
The other two ladies declined to input, and looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there.
”Good. Ms. Slater, do you have any words before I give my ruling?”
Stella took a deep breath.
”I was doing the right thing. Sometimes the law gets in wrong. Sometimes laws hurt more than help. Integrating our organizations invites underaged fornication, pedophilia, and a host of other things that could be detrimental and even deadly for our girls. It was the right thing.”
”Sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t mean doing the right thing.”
Stella’s right eyelid twitched.
”What?”
”Sometimes there’s things more important than the right thing.”
Stella remained at the parade rest position, but truly she felt floored.
”You have two good eyes, Ms. Acevedo, but dare I ask how can you still be so blind?”
The gavel pounded quickly to hush Stella’s growing opposition.
”Quiet! I will not tolerate insults in this council. You have now forfeited your right to continue your final words. I am now prepared to give my decision.”
The three panel members stood and Sylvia bitch-faced Stella hard.
”Ms. Slater, due to your unpardonable actions which resulted in the things we discussed here today, I hereby excommunicate you from the Girl Scouts of America.”
Stella was prepared for something of such magnitude, but hearing it so cruelly in its official capacity hit like a sledgehammer. It was a very physical pain. One that caught her in the chest and stomach. The emotional pain would come later. Her eyelid twitch became a facial tic.
”Ms. Davis and Ms. Smith, please relieve Ms. Slater of her badges and patches.”
The two ladies approached the buxom blonde, and one of them, Ms. Davis, a prior scoutmaster with Stella, hesitated and whispered "I'm so sorry" to her.
”It’s okay. Do your duty.”
They began the tall task of removing the prestigious items from the clean, pressed, and creased uniform. Stella retained her poise in the parade rest stance, but inside she fought a World War Two battle to hold off the tears threatening to breach her eyes. Each badge and patch they removed weakened the now ex-scoutmaster. Those weren’t items to her. Those were memories, glorious moments that testified to friendships made, obstacles that were overcome, teamwork, and leadership. Each one carried names, dates, and places. A living testament not just of Stella, but of her scouts. Stripping each from her extracted a piece of her soul, leaving her feeling naked and violated when the last one was plucked and placed in the box with the rest.
”Ms. Slater, here is the documentation for your files. I wish you well in your future endeavors.”
Sylvia handed Stella the disciplinary papers. The ex-scoutmaster took them and curtly dismissed herself, shoring up her emotions until a safe distance away. The interior of her pick up truck was where she took out her frustrations and emotions. The outburst was like Mount Vesuvius pouring its wrath onto Pompeii and Herculaneum. Once it was over, her steering wheel was in the passenger seat, the dashboard had fist holes in it, and her rear-view mirror was gone. Long gone. She’s never found it.
When one dedicates their whole life to something, what are they to do when it’s ripped from them never to be regained?
END OF PART ONE ------ PART TWO FOUND HERE: (LINK BELOW)
ewcprez.proboards.com/thread/48661/disgrace-worth-gracing