Now you would think that a teacher's main responsibility is to educate the youth of America, however at good ole Hamster Wheel Prep, we also serve as various other public servants, police officer being my least favorite. See, we don't allow students to bring in food or drinks from home, so there always ends up being a smorgasbord of contraband hiding in the deepest, darkest cracks of their semi-personal space, which I have to explore during locker checks. Today I found:
1.) An open can of cajun boiled green peanuts (half eaten).
2.) A can of vienna sausages (completely devoured).
3.) A pickled sausage (disgusting).
4.) A multitude of various chips.
5.) Three rotten milks (vomit).
Upon beginning this check, my fifth grader exclaims,"I'm clean! I'm clean! I ain't got no drugs on me or in my locker. What's next, am I gonna have to spread 'em and put my hands on the hood of yo car?"
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