Drug deals and bullet holes

Alright, so teaching is going pretty well. Living with my folks is going fine, it would be nice to get out on my own but for now it is fine. One day during fourth period I am up in front facilitating learning, when I see a dog that looks a lot like Tasha, only bigger, younger, and male. The head of security walks over to my door and says that the open door distracts the dog, he closes it. All of the sudden two of my students have to go to the bathroom. The door had not closed yet and they already had their hands in the air. I told them that they needed to hold it because that was an attack dog out there, and I would rather keep them whole while they are my charges.

What was happening is the police had arrested some people and they sang like a canary about their suppliers of drugs and guns. The police came to the school and asked permission to arrest them there. The athletic director or the head of security would walk into class and ask to see someone; they would then walk out of the class and the cuffs would be put on. All told there were 7 arrests from my school.

The next week in my early morning haze I walked by the front door and they were putting paper and boards up. It looked like the glass was broken. Huh that is weird, oh well. I get up to my classroom, start getting ready for the day when I walk over to my white board and I see glass on one of the desks. I look over at the window and there is a fist sized hole in it. I was thinking wow that kid must have had a cannon for an arm to get a rock that big up to the third floor. Oh wait, the hole on the other side of the window is not quite that big. In fact it is about bullet sized; sure enough I follow a path up to the ceiling and there is another hole. Oh someone shot my classroom.

Let me repeat that for emphasis. Someone shot my classroom.

I go down to tell them that my classroom was hit as well as the front doors. I get shuffled off to a different classroom for first period while they fix it. Well by fix it they meant replace the cover on the light that got shot out, and put a piece of paper over the bullet hole in the window.

More than likely this was just a random shot in the night (it happened at about 2:30 in the morning) and not a commentary on my teaching. But still it makes you think.

The Principal thinks that it was in retaliation to the drug bust. (some of the kids are already back at school) But I guess it could have been anything.

And now that finals week is over I have a mountain of exams to grade and a weekend to do it in.