Last Friday was my Senior’s last day, they had their graduations this past weekend. Well on Friday two of my students walked out during dismissal which resulted in All Day ISS.
Mr. C: R You know you have all day today.
R: Oh man, I went all weekend not thinking bout it, and now I gotta do my time.
Mr. C: Yep.
R: And man Mr. C, I had a good weekend too.
Mr. C: Well that’s good.
R: I went to my cousin’s graduation. Then after my cousin’s graduation, I got high.
Then we went to a graduation party, we got high.
Everybody in the parties, my aunties and my granny’s just watched us,
and they knew I was getting high.
Mr. C: Alright I got it.
R: We got to the point where we couldn’t even stand.
Mr. C: How was the graduation?
R: How ’bout this Mr. C, she didn’t do a dance when they called her name. When they call my name, I’m about to shake it across the stage. She didn’t do nothin’!
Mr. C: Well she was probably was just trying to get it over with. She wanted to get her
diploma and seal the deal.
R: Hell yeah, before they tried to take it away from her.
Mr. C: Exactly. She worked hard for it.
R: Hell yeah.
In the morning during homeroom.
D: What did everybody do Saturday?
Mr. C: Umm well (cut off)
D: Well I’ll tell you what I did. I went over to my friend’s house and smoked some blunts. I was so high.
Mr. C: Well that’s inappropriate.
D: All my friend’s was passed out on the floor.
Mr. C: Okay new subject.
Overheard a discussion on pills:
J: My bus driver, he took 4 horse tranquilizers and drove the bus. He was high as hell.
A: This kid at my school popped 4 lortabs, and 2 bars…he dead.
2nd Block with 8th Graders:
Mr. C: Turn to page 706.
Mr. C: Yes.
(A few moments later)
D: What page is we on?
Mr. C: Page 706, I’ve now said that 3 times.
D: There is no page 706, is you high?
Mr. C: Do you know your numbers? 1 2 3 4 5 6 706.
D: You tryin’ to burn.
Mr. C: I just did.
1st Block with my Seniors:
C has been showing up more here lately than he has the entire semester. Unfortunately instead of doing his work, he walks up to my desk and we have conversations like this:
C: You get high?
Mr. C: No.
C: You lie.
Mr. C: No, I don’t.
C: You ever see a dog get high?
Mr. C: Nope.
C: My dog is high.
Mr. C: Okay.
C: I let him smoke hash with me, I blow it in his face. 3 days, my dog is high now…he can’t control himself.
Mr. C: I bet.
D was in ISS for most of the period but came in for the last 10 minutes of class. I was in the middle of a lecture on the difference between herbs and spices, and had examples out on a table.
D immediately grabs the parsley and tries to pour it on a sheet of paper, but I stop him.
D: Hey I was ’bout to roll myself a fat blunt.
Mr. C: You won’t get high off parsley. It’s an herb, but not that kind of herb.