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.
First thing in the morning:
K: I missed my court date.
Mr. C: Oh yeah?
K: Yeah. And you know what, I’ll just be honest I don’t give a fuck, I might as well
do my time.
R: You might as well.
Mr. C: So what happened.
K: Remember that day I took off running during school?
Mr. C: Yes I do.
K: Well I went to the projects, and we were riding around in this car. Then this truck driver tried to run us off the road so I took the gun and I
stuck it out the window.
K: That truck driver done called it in.
2 cops drive past us, and I was like “hey pull into this Macdonalds,”
and I threw the gun.
The cop pulled us over and I got a citation.
Mr. C: You threw the gun?
K: Yeah and I still got a citation, they went off what the truck driver said.
Mr. C: Well just be glad they didn’t find the gun.
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:
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.
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.
In the morning, a discussion about consequences:
Mr. C: Come on S you got time.
S: Man how much time I got?
Mr. C: Half an hour.
S: Y’all be fucked up, I’m only supposed to have 30 minutes.
Mr. C: A half an hour is 30 minutes.
S: Nah, a half an hour is an hour and 30 minutes.
Mr. C: No, an hour and a half is an hour and 30 minutes.
S: Oh… I was about to say, y’all be fucked up.
Mr. C: Let’s just go do our time.