Talk About Too Much Free Time

Another “school” story from me?  YOU BET.

I tend to gain the trust of the kids that are “bad”.  For all the same reasons that my son’s friends often times didn’t mind me hanging around when they’d have shot their own mothers.  I don’t harp.  I don’t complain.  I accept them where they are – which is not to say I accept all their actions – just them.

Invariably there are students that are ‘kicked out’ of class.  Sometimes the infractions that these kids are sent out for are more a function of teachers having reached their ‘limit’ and not being able to absorb one more bit of normal adolescent nonsense than it is because they were really BAD.  And, to be honest, some teachers are quick to try and get rid of a kids that requires attention and coaxing and bullying and etc to get their work done.

When these babies are kicked out of class they often wander to my room – especially if it’s the time I don’t have a class.  They want their attention.  I usually find out what their problem is, and then make sure they get to their next official destination – whether it’s the principal’s office, guidance or back to class or even the clinic.

As I ushered two of my Knights Errant out of my room today, one of them told me I should call a custodian.

A custodian?  Why?

“Cause there’s a condom with skeet in it back there in the hall.”

“WHAAT! Show me where.”

And they did.

So I called the custodian and had him come pick it up.  In the meantime, I stood guard over this ruby red used condom.  I mean, really.  I wouldn’t want some student to wander off with it now, would I?  Actually, I was more afraid that someone would PICK IT UP and throw it on another student.  Much more likely. 

It had definately been on something…..and there was definately a small quantity of a liquid of some sort dripping out…. Yep.  It’s a used condom.

And how does this relate to too much free time?

Now really……..when did the enterprising little demon seeds (pardon the semi-pun) have time to do *ahem* THAT.  OK – I realize it’s a middle schooler and the whole act is probably over in less than a minute….but they still had to find a private minute and then be able to nonchalantly drop off their package on the hallway floor………..

Definately too much free time.