The student that I had to press charges on came back to school this morning after being suspended for 5 days.
(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.
It’s Christmas time at the school so naturally Santa comes up. This was the end of one of the more interesting conversations:
K: If I had a chance, I swear ta god, I’d steal Santa’s sleigh and ride it around all night. I be goin’ evrywhere. And then I’d bring it back, and say:
“I’m sorry, I’ll be good next year. I don’t want to be on yo naughty list.”