Thank God the school year is almost over. I've been in those trenches for the last seven years. That's forty thousand miles on my car in travel to work alone. I gotta transfer someplace nearer to my home to keep my zest for teaching. This is the first year I've been there that things have gotten truly dangerous. Three gun incidents this year, one threatening a teacher. Two teachers beaten this year, too. This past week, three kids cut, one requiring over forty stitches. Nobody gives a damn.
A few weeks ago, a friend of one of my students got really brazen and interrupted my class. Real thug, dread locks and gold teeth. Tried to just push inside the room and "take over." I planted myself in his way and he said I ought not to do that cause I might "get hurt." I told him: "You feel froggy? Anytime you want, just JUMP!" we locked eyes and his buddies ran up and dragged him out my room spewing apologies. I was cold as ice on the outside and shaking on the inside. I'm 47 next week, I don't need this. Thanks for letting me vent, lol.