Today, while I was with my mento, I noticed one of the other mentors, a cop, just wandering around. I asked if he'd lost his mento, and offered to let him take mine. He laughed and said that they'd started a program where the cops occasionally wander through the schools. When I told my daughter, she said that she "wasn't surprised, after those twelve eighth graders got busted for pot at that school."
What?
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Gee, all us old folks wish for the good old days when boys just beat the crap out of each other during lunch hour behind the stadium on the football field.
Of course north of the 49th parallel, its legal to have pot. Just not cigarettes.
When I was in school they beat the crap out of each other in the lunchroom. Then everybody in the cafeteria would jump up and rubber-neck to watch to see how many punches were thrown before the teachers jumped between them.
Once when I was a senior one of the guys threw the other one up against one of the class composites hanging on the wall and it fell. That was the most dramatic fist fight I've ever seen in real life.
You people have clearly lived much more exciting lives than me. All I ever did was fly upside down in a fighter. Well, I did crawl up to the lip of a Minuteman launcher so I could stare at the warhead from ten feet away, but it didn't go off, so where's the fun in that?
Guess it takes all kinds. Remember cops came into my junior high, searched all the lockers for pot. Suppose I was naive. I didn't know what they were talking about. Had never heard of it.
LOLOLOL ...
Oooh! and once in like third grade, one of the boys brought a KNIFE to school and ran around the classroom like crazy .. jumping from counters to tables being silly and wreckless and eventually really angry and then cut the teacher when she tried to take the knife. Flesh wound, but the principal taught for the rest of the day.
We were never so quiet as when the principal taught our class.
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