Hands On

The student that I had to press charges on came back to school this morning after being suspended for 5 days.
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(I walk in the door.)
Mr. C: Hey S.
S: I’m sorry Mr. C, you just got on my bad side.
Mr. C: It is alright S.
S: I won’t put my hands on a teacher again. I don’t want to go back to juvenile.
Mr. C: Good.
M: You got arrested?
S: Yeah Mr. C got me arrested.
Mr. C: No, that was actually over my head. That was the principal’s decision.
S: Oh. Well that cop was a bitch. I asked him to go get my hat and he didn’t.
Mr. C: I’m sure he had a lot of other things on his mind.
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Rap Sheet Citation

Yesterday my student came to school late, walked out of ISS and into another classroom and whispered something to some students. When I tried to get them back in they ran down the stairs and out the back door of the building into a nearby neighborhood.
The student walked in this morning:
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Mr. C: You booked it yesterday.
K: I what?
Mr. C: You ran, fast, you booked it out of school.
K: Yeah, but they got me.
Mr. C: What?
K: I got a motherfuckin’ citation.
(Pulls out a rolled up piece of paper and opens it up like a scroll and reads)

The juvenile was the passenger in his friend’s vehicle, pulled over in a PD investigative stop.
The juvenile was the suspect of being armed.
The juvenile was supposed to be in school at the time of the stop.
A pistol was found in the glove compartment of the vehicle.

Mr. C: Wow, that’s quite a rap sheet there.
K: Yeah.
Mr. C: Whose pistol was it?
K: Man I don’t even know.
D: How many strikes is that?
K: Pssh I gotta go to court.
Mr. C: Yeah.
K: And 9 times outta 10 they gon’ lock a nigga up.
I ain’t gon’ do no god damn time.
If I do a month, that ain’t shit.
Mr. C: This may be a reality check for you K. You can’t keep going around doing these things without consequences.
K: Yeah I gotta stop messing around, I just might as well go ahead and do my time.
Mr. C: Yeah.
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