Week 3

After a very long week, I have some updates on my life as a student teacher.  I am now a morning coffee drinker.  Never before in my life have I needed to shock my system with a shot of caffeine, but here I am.  I never thought this day would come.  The day I drink it black is the day I know I am an adult.  There is still time for that...

For inspiration I watched Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit last night, and the young woman from last week's post is Rita Watson, attitude and all.  There is truly no better way to describe her.  She won't talk to me or ask me questions.  In fact she goes out of her way to avoid any form of interaction.  This is discouraging, but I know she'll come around.  I will find a way.

I discovered why we have two Metropolitan Police Officers assigned to the school.  I walked out of class this afternoon (early because the entire junior class had a meeting starting half an hour before the end of the day), and there was a man with a visitor's sticker walking towards me in the hall.  Several girls were standing by the bathroom door, and one of the police officers was patrolling the halls.  Lucky for us he was in the right place at the right time, because he happen to see that this "visitor" had exited the ladies bathroom (used only by students as the staff have their own bathrooms).  The officer told the man to kneel on the floor and present his ID.  The officer then asked this man for an explanation as to why he was in the girl's bathroom.  

Officer: "Kneel on the floor and give me your ID.  What were you doing in the ladies restroom?"

Man: "Aw man, I really had to go to the bathroom, so I went in, went, and then came out and the girls were looking at me funny.  That's when I saw the sign and realized what I had done, but I had to go so bad I didn't notice."

Officer: "You didn't see that there were no open stalls [urinals] in the bathroom, or that the bathroom is PINK?"

Man: "Aw naw, man, I had to go real bad.  I had this stomach ache, you know, so I wasn't looking for the open stalls, I went number 2, you know?"

At this point, I got on the elevator with my cart, and the other security officers joined the policeman for further questioning of the "visitor."  CREEEEEEEPPPPPYYYYYY!

That pretty much sums up my week.  The least I can say is that I've made it through three weeks, and I still show up to work 45 minutes before I need to be there.  Other than the bureaucratic craziness that I encounter with the office or with HR downtown, and the creeps, I love my job.  Thank GOD for the police.  That's all I have to say.