Had this student once, nice looking boy but , truly fucked up! He always wore a thick heavy jacket, no matter the temperature. He wore heavy leather work gloves. He had big, beautiful expressive eyes.
He never talked. He was repeating World History for the third time. He smelled! Seriously, his ass stunk to high heaven. He looked lost, his big beautiful brown eyes wandered aimlessly, never seeing anything.
Why couldn't he see I was his friend, that I was one teacher that really cared? (That) I was not going to flunk him or let him fail. I kept him after school far too many times. He would talk to me, some. We did share a laugh or two. We both loved to color and he loved my music.
We talked very abstractly. We talked about his beautiful illustrations, meticulous masterpieces , suitable for framing. His classmates roared when I hung his maps up for admiration. Their careless , privileged assess scribbled shit I refused to "take". 'UNACCEPTABLE!" I always screamed.
Yes, he was labeled the "Dodo bandit" because he was. He was the CULPRIT! He used the bathroom beside the toilet, not in the toilet! No one could stop him. The janitors attempted to lock him out of the bathrooms, to no avail.
The Principal kept suspending him for refusing to remove his gloves. (Wrong issue dumb ass Principal!)
The librarians complained that he was "creepy" and only searched gun cites.
Were any of us surprised , shocked , the night we saw him on the "News" for shooting his brother in the head?
Was I grateful to GOD that he didn't shoot me, that he didn't shoot that Principal, that fool didn't come to school and shoot us all up?
No, we don't know, can't know the excruciating pain eating someone alive but, we should not vex. We do not have to make someone else's pain worse just because we are hurting secretly.
Dear LORD on this day, Monday , December 4, 2017 I thank you for my Mathy Jane Experience! Her deep demonic, inexplicable torture has made me wise.
REVERSE THE CURSE!
"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"
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