Vinita
Let's Go Lions, GO!
Yesterday in my class, this little girl (her name should be sociopath) took some kind of play ink pen ... think low level stun gun, and put it in the back of a boy ... brought this boy to his knees. Of course, I took the pen up, and wrote a nice little referral about both the pen and the incident.
After school, curiosity got the better of me, and I touched the tip of the pen myself. Y'all, I recieved such a jolt that I jumped some inches out of my seat. I couldn't imagine what it felt like in that kid's back.
Then it hit me ... earlier in the class, a little boy came up to me and said, "Mrs. Hegwood, can you check my pen? It isn't working right." Hell, it's the week before TAKS. I don't have time to be dealing with a pen. I gave him a pencil and shooed him away from my desk.
THAT LITTLE FUTHAMUCKA WAS TRYING TO GET ME WITH THAT DAMNED PEN!! :redhot:
I don't think he realizes yet how close he came to getting the DOG ISHT beat out of his ass! I'd have lost my job, my certificate, and everything else if I had touched that pen, because my natural instinct would have been to try to throw that pen through his chest. Dumb bastard ...
The principal wants me to write HIM up on that, too ... but I think I'll have my own little "talk" with his arse ...
After school, curiosity got the better of me, and I touched the tip of the pen myself. Y'all, I recieved such a jolt that I jumped some inches out of my seat. I couldn't imagine what it felt like in that kid's back.
Then it hit me ... earlier in the class, a little boy came up to me and said, "Mrs. Hegwood, can you check my pen? It isn't working right." Hell, it's the week before TAKS. I don't have time to be dealing with a pen. I gave him a pencil and shooed him away from my desk.
THAT LITTLE FUTHAMUCKA WAS TRYING TO GET ME WITH THAT DAMNED PEN!! :redhot:
I don't think he realizes yet how close he came to getting the DOG ISHT beat out of his ass! I'd have lost my job, my certificate, and everything else if I had touched that pen, because my natural instinct would have been to try to throw that pen through his chest. Dumb bastard ...
The principal wants me to write HIM up on that, too ... but I think I'll have my own little "talk" with his arse ...