S started telling me this story at the end of the day.
S: I shot a damn dog in the head, no lie.
Mr. C: Why?
S: I had to. I was walkin’ down the road with a pistol in my pant.
I looked down and a dog grabbed my ass in the hand. Locked on and everything.
I pulled my gun out and straight killed his ass.
Mr. C: That’s terrible.
Unfortunately S is no longer at the school. I received an email saying that they had been sent off to a center and would be evaluated in 6 months.
One of the Assistants was arrested during a lock down today.
From the students and rumors I have reason to believe that one of the students planted a bag of weed in their bag.
One of my students was very upset about this.
K: They done got him locked up. They put some weed in a bag cuz.
All my real niggas is leavin’. If you go back downstairs, you tell my other teacher to kiss my nuts.
Mr. C: You know I’m not going to say that.
K: I ain’t gon’ listen to you. My homey been locked up.
Mr. C: I know, but standing out in the hall is not going to bring your homey back.
K: Yeah that’s true.
Mr. C: We are just going to have to wait and see what happens.