Monday, May 19, 2008

8 days a week

One of my favorite students--the kid who always asked about my clothes, who often tried to twist my nipple, who said funny charming things--has been kicked out of school for dealing drugs on the premises. I've seen him dealing in the halls before, and have seen the cops in the building see him dealing in the halls and ignore him doing so.

But last week there were students getting high in a classroom and that apparently crossed a line regarded as beyond the pale even at Booker T. So W. MC is out the building and will be home-schooled by his father, who cares not a lick about his son joining a gang and assisting at beat-downs and dealing drugs to other middle-schoolers.

15 instructional days left.

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