Broken Nail Emergency

3rd block with seniors, very beginning of class:
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S walks in.
S: Can I call my granny?
Mr. C: Why?
S: I just broke my nail, let me call my granny.
Mr. C: No.
S: It’s an emergency.
Mr. C: Breaking your nail is not an emergency.
S: My granny goin’ get mad at me.
Mr. C: Well you’re granny can’t do anything about your nail right now.
S: She gotta make an appointment for me.
Mr. C: I think that can wait until the end of class, it’s not that crucial.
S: Fuck this shit then. I’m gonna walk out.
Mr. C: Walk where? The office isn’t going to let you use the phone.
S: I ain’t doin’ no work today.
(She storms off and throws her book with her work on the floor.)
I walk over and help another student with their work and S walks over to my desk and proceeds to use the phone to call her granny.
Mr. C: S get off the phone.
I walk over and tell her once again to get off the phone.
S: No.
I unplug the phone from the wall.
S: Fuck this shit. She takes everything on my desk, papers, grade book, and pushes it off onto the floor and storms out.
Mr. C: S come back and pick this stuff up.
(She storms down the hall into the office.)
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I call the office and tell them she is L.D.A. (leaving designated area)
I had to write her up for, LDA, defiance, disrespect, abusive language, and physical aggression.
Some of my students have very short tempers.
But they need to grow up.

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No Dice

In Culinary Arts, dicing some onions.
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K: Look at Mr. C, dicing them onions like a chef.
Mr. C: Yep. You know I used to teach this class last year right?
K: Oh.
D: You know how to cut real fast.
Mr. C: It takes practice, but you can learn to dice this way.
S: Dice that pussy.
Mr. C: No.
S: Haha.
Mr. C: You just had to make it sexual.
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Q-Tips

Bathroom break.

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K walks out of the restroom.
Mr. C: You can go ahead and head back to the classroom.
K: What? (Walks up to me.)
Mr. C: I said you can go back to class.
K: Oh I didn’t hear you.
Mr. C: Well I will get some q-tips so you can clean out those ears.
K: Are you trying to be funny?
Mr. C: Trying?
K walks down hall.
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White Flag

I asked some students that had wandered into my classroom to leave:
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Mr. C: Alright come on guys, let’s get to class.
J: Let me tell you something straight up vegan man. What is that white flag you wearin’?
Mr. C: It’s a handkerchief; to wipe my nose.
J: Oh I thought you was representin’ somethin’.
Mr. C: Why would I wear any gang colors here, are you crazy?
J: Ha Ha. Aight we’ll go.
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