“I’m not your bitch,” he said. “It’s not mine.”
“I didn’t say it was yours.”
“Give me my ID motherfucker before I do something to you.”
I knew enough to stay at least two arms lengths away. He rifled through my desk searching for his ID card. Never mind his exchanging it for a pencil earlier in the class period; he had absolutely no intention of giving it back.
The teacher next door entered just in time for me to make it official: "I'm giving you a direct order to throw the paper in the trash." He continued with the verbal threats.
Not long after that, a corrections officer stepped into my classroom. I explained the situation.
“It’s not mine,” Coleman interrupted. “He’s gonna make me do something to him.”
Don’t ask me why, perhaps there’s strength in numbers … 3 to 1 … but he eventually obeyed the direct order.
“Wait until tomorrow,” he added.
I noticed his clenched fists. I asked for clarification.
He continued, “Tomorrow’s gonna be the worst fucking day of your life in this bitch.”
The corrections officer tried to calm him down.
“He heard me,” Coleman said. “He’ll find out tomorrow, that’s a promise.”
How many opportunities did he need before he’d tone down the rhetoric? What would it take for his jaw to quit flapping? He never missed a beat, even when the handcuffs were slapped on him.
I gave the corrections officer Coleman’s ID card. “Do you mind,” I asked, “reaching in his pocket? He has my pencil.” I had two more classes to teach and a limited supply of writing utensils.
8 comments:
I think Snyder will have this particular moron back on the streets within a year or two. Gotta make room for more you know.
You're just going to see more of them Jim. I interact with teenagers of every stripe on a fairly regular basis and with quite a few of them it really is about seeing who can be the roughest, baddest dickhead on the planet.
You guys need 20 and out.
They should arm you guys with tazers man.
JR please correct me if I'm wrong but after he was cuffed I know you just wanted to drum your fingers under his chin like an ole 3 stooges show, sayin "Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk," Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard. No? Huck
J.R. for the love of God--RETIRE!! It's just not safe there!!!!
Makes the movie Blackboard Jungle seem like an old time picnic, a Dimanche on the river Seine.
But oddly, in North-End Hamilton, Ontario, which could be a mini- version of the Lower Eat Side,I've had to go to school with guys like that.
What f#$%ing ego. Freaking idiot.
Quite a zinger, JR -- this is "right good," indeed.
Love this one! I echo Jodi's comment: RETIRE.
Have to catch up - want to hear about your reading - I'm not sure I'd like that.
Have you considered dropping the last sentence - and ending with, "Do you mind? He has my pencil."
That's a powerful statement, dripping with subtext.
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