My sister, Suzan (as in “you’re cruzin fer a bruizin from…”) works in one of the worst, most dangerous junior high schools in the city. As a Special Ed teacher. With emotionally disturbed kids. Who’s parents, siblings and sometimes themselves are in gangs.
Sometimes the parents are in rival gangs.
But anyway…
One day my Suzan is walking down the hallway and she hears “MISS SUZAN RUUUUUN!!!!!” from a kid running away from where she’s going. so.. she does. She runs away. Takes a look back and sees some dude running around waving a machete. The guy gets closer and closer as she’s running and then the grossest, greasiest most foul smelling left back 4 times kid in her school, with a greasy mustache grabs the guy and throws him across the hallway and into the lockers and continues to run…
What caused this is that one student had a hankerchief in her back pocket. and some boy decided to play around and pull it out. BUT! this was no ordinary hankerchief. This was her gang colors and such an insult needs to be avenged….
So she told her parents who got their posse together and stormed the school. Makes sense though in a school where teachers get shot in the ass with BB guns for going outside to take a smoke.
Yeah. That happened too.
One day a teacher goes into the office after her smoke break screaming “CALL 911!!! i’ve been SHOT!!!” but… it was a BB pellet. In her ass. Another teacher goes up to her and says “Yeah. Same thing happened to me. Hit my ass. It’s OK. Didn’t even rip my pants. They did it again when I went out for my afternoon smoke. That one hit my hand, but it barely broke skin.”
This is what my sister deals with every day.
