I hate hall duty, plain and simple. I miss the days in which I had lunch duty because then I sat in the lunch room and made sure food wasn't thrown. Those were the good ole days. Now I am back on th period hall duty, which, by the end of the year, will become 8th period class coverage, but that's another time.
WHat I'm talking about today is today's hall duty shenanigans: I'll give the quick and low down but first a little background. We had three subs in the freshman wing, and you know how I feel about subs. At the end of 6th period today a fight broke out between two students, and was it ugly. Long to short kid got destroyed, said he'd get a gun, his sister sid the same thing and then parents showed up. Well 8th period started with the ninth grade administrator talking to said parents. 1:38
1:39
The sub for my math compadre sent a student out for using profanity in class. She was escorted back into class by the administrator, however she then got into a screaming match with the sub about her language. She was sent out again. The administrator told me to take her back into the room and explain to the sub that the office was full due to the fight and the parents. I took her in, talked with the sub, and told him to write her up and it'll be dealt with later (take a shot). The girl starts mouthing off again and then her classmates tell her to simmer down. I leave.
1:45
The female English teacher in the freshman wing sends two students out. And she is spitting flames as she does it. ONe student is a kid I had during the ig waste of time that is summer bridge, the other was the kid who lied on me and got removed from my class. The admnistrator tells me to take them back. I do. The teacher then explains that she has had enough and removes the students. I send them to the main office until they are called back down, aka to be dealt with later (take a shot X 2)
1:49
I turn around after sending the last tow guys down to the office when another student of mines comes down the hall saying how she was kicked out of her social studies class. I explained the office was full and to come back later (take a shot). I turn around again and a summer bridge student who is ALWAYS in the hall is walking to her class 12 minutes after class started. I just told her to go to class, she's the least of my worries now, I'd just write her up again later (shot)
1:52
After talking with this student I see another summer bridge (big waste of time) student com,ing down the hall. He gets halfway down the hall and screams out "Faggot". I look at him like he's crazy and then around the corner comes a former student, who I believe was in summer bridgehen says to the other kid " three years ago, coming back around the corner, let's call him Vanlos Blacktop. He then says "I'm not a faggot and if I am I'm loving it." So they walk into the office and the administrator tells them to leave because she's busy with the parents. Vanlos says "I am sooo pissed" and walks out. I follow the two down the hall and ask them why they are even down in the freshman wing, Vanlos then says "And I'm not gay I get niggas and bitches.". I flipped out and informed both of them not to come down my hall again seeing as Vanlos is an 11th grader and the other kid is Special ed. I said I'd write them up later (shot)
1:55
I walk back toward the office and then I see another student whom I have in class, and in bigwaste of time, coming down the hall from spanish. I ask him what's going on but no sooner do I get those words out of my mouth then the science sub comes running out of her room screaming "I need help" I look at the spanish kid and say "head to the main office she'll see you later"( shot) and run into the science room. I see two of my students "fighting". One student takes the skinny one out, lets call him Balcolm and I take out the chubby one, call him Byron. Well Byron starts saying "All the swings and you didn't even hit me. All those swings and you didn't even hit me." So a student in the class informs him that Balcolm did in fact hit him in the head. Byron stops, thinks and then says "All those swings and you didn't even hit me." The class groans. I ask Byron to come with me and then he walks over to his desk and starts shaking Balcolm's bookbag and screaming "All those swings and you didn't even hit me" I take him out of the class. While walking him down the hall I see a former student from my first year of teaching who is the epitome of worthless in the hall. I ask him why he's here and he says "I don't go to this bitch you can't do anything to me." I call the office for the tresspasser and he walks out. We get to the office and the parents have left and now comes the part that I like to call
"The battle of the Mentally Dumb"
So Byron explains the fight to the administrator:
So we were working on our assignment in class and he called me gay. SO I threw a book at him and then tried to hit him. So we are standing across from each other over the table and we start swinging. I'm on one side of the table and he's on the other side of the table and we are swinging. So he's swinging a lot. He's doing all of this swinging and he didn't even hit me, he didn't even hit me, and then he hit me in the head a few times but he didn't even hit me with all those swings. So I hit him with two uppercuts to his gut and then he it me in the head, but he didn't even hit me. So then I grabbed his arms and said you ain't even hit me hard, then they broke us up.I walked away from him to eat and then all of the students came back to the office, well not all only a handful. Those that showed up received three days out, except the one chick she was mistaken for someone else and got off free.
So that's the hall duty, now for something positive:
We went to Outback steakhouse tonight and it was Madison's first time in a restaurant. Nothing really happened of interest except some lady said Madison was cute and small. But I must give Erica mad props because she ate her steak AND fed Madison at the same time. That's crazy dexterity.
Until next time I'm not even writing a quote
Perk
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Great work.
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