This be me!

No rules, Bitch!

Move!

(Possible Scenario)

Scene opens:

[Typical Faculty Meeting in a L.A. High School]

A swarm of bored, over worked, over whelmed teachers,  rush into the library of Martin Luther King HS.  The looks on most of the faces spell weary, disgust,  and let's hurry and get the fuck out of here.

At 3:45 here comes his "bitch", assistant principal in charge of bullshit, rather the Curriculum,  with her YELLOW HIGH LIGHTER TO SLIM THE SLOW!

The poor wretches that held their bladder all day,"for such a time as this". Because all of the bathrooms are always kept locked, teachers must wait.

Shame on the teacher on the far end of the campus, they better hoof it to "massa's meeting".

Anyway, after much posturing by this blown up piece of lard, (closet ass *** principal) .

One teacher (Ms.D), rages. She is well aware she is loud, but she is PISSED! (and old, near retirement and fucking mad with herself for refusing to change careers.)

"Why this muthafucker always make us rush to his weekly bullshit! The lying slut knows he ain't got shit worth hearing."

"Hush...he'll hear you." whispers Miss Nerdy Nerdy , the Chorus teacher.

"Shit ! I want the muthafucker to hear me! That's why I said it. I bet he don't say nuttin'"

(Blah, blah, blah)

The meeting finally starts, the librarians are making sure it is being properly recorded for the coaches and the other teacher unable to make this faculty meeting.

As the principal finally nears  the end of his long ass agenda, he is shocked by some statistics. The number of students assigned to ISS (In School Suspension) has risen dramatically, over 200% over the last  month.  Puzzled; he inquires aloud.

The same loud mouth , rude teacher yells; "Dat fool down there playing music!"

Sure enough , the principal makes a visit to the ISS room the next morning and this is what he sees.

*****

I am so glad I finished my 30 year bid  alive and without catching a case. I hate all public schools. If it is all black, run by coons, you can be sure it is a place where brillance and creativity go to dry up and die.