So this morning Nike, the star attraction at yesterday's gruesome beat-down, shows up in my class with a pass from the Big Cheese. "As soon as testing is done, send her back to the office for long-term suspension."
Is the MSA math test really so essential that this girl who put a classmate in the hospital needs to come in and take it? What bullshit. I spent far too much time this morning protecting Nike from 8th graders who are now out to beat her down.
Apparently there wasn't much face-stomping yesterday at the fight. Turns out Nike grabbed Samsara by the sides of her head and repeatedly bashed her into the concrete. At least that's what witnesses are saying.
Samsara is going to be "ok." I'm not sure I define "ok" in the same ways as others, but that's the word from the hospital. Word on the street has it that family members are talking guns and Nike's family is now terrified.
Nike got arrested. She doesn't understand why. "That girl was running her mouth. She got what she deserved," blah-blah-blah. I am having trouble maintaining my compassion for Nike.
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It's insane. I can't even fathom having my son in an environment like that and yet it is literally only minutes away to that environment.
The Dissanayake bk sounds interesting, thanks for the tip. An ex-boxer, ex-jockey from Brooklyn now art professor rec'd an author for me: Walter Benjamin. Haven't gotten to it yet though.
--Nick
I often think of friends' kids and I'm so happy they don't have to go through this. Public school is already hard enough!
I read some Benjamin many moons ago in grad school. Good stuff. Have a book called the Arcades Project that I leaf through from time to time at random. Also: just bought a short collection of stuff he wrote while blitzed on hashish.
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