I taught a semester at an alternate school for high school kids with behavior disorders. We filed *10* police reports (2 of them for assault) on only 70 kids in that one semester. I was one of the ones who filed an assault report, for a girl who kept punching at me to see me flinch and then actually hit me in the eye. Didn't hurt, but the second she touched me, I pressed charges.
There was this one kid--let's call him J. This is more pathetic than anything, but when you work at a place like that, ANY story that's vaguely funny makes everyone laugh. You need that release.
J was very, very bright. He was also a pain the butt. He did not like me and I tried to be very reasonable with him--he wanted personal space, so I gave him his arm's length. He then began insisting that the "correct" personal space was his arm length plus my arm length. From that far away, I couldn't even see was he was doing!
Anyway, we were working very hard on keeping him in my class and not sending him down to "redirection". As a reward when he was good in my classes, he got to go visit one of the redirection "guards", a woman named Cindy that he had a huge crush on, and spend five social minutes with her. Cindy quite liked J too, and was the ONLY one who could get through to him. One day he had been great in English class, so I sent him down for seven minutes. He was supposed to be back in my room for Biology after the break, and time came and went, and he didnt' return. I called the office and they said he wouldn't be returning. I assumed he'd had a problem with Willie, the other redirection teacher, and needed to cool off. I let it go and dealt with some of my "other" favorite kids.
That night, Cindy came into my room and told me the real truth. She'd taken J to his locker because she said she would help him with some other homework. He was digging through his messy locker for his books and he said to Cindy, "Hold this" and handed her a bag of weed! Of course she had to report him, and he was taken to jail, another one of the police reports.
On a funnier note, J once was avoiding getting on his bus at the end of the school day. He always wore a pair of sweat pants over a pair of jeans, because the rule at the school was your boxers had to be completely covered, and that way he could still wear his sweat pants barely above his knees. Willie and two other big guys were chasing J, who was having a lot of fun, until his pants slipped down around his ankles. He tripped and sprawled out face down in the gravel. The two other teachers who observed this and I couldn't help laughing at him.
We had a lot of other fun at that job. Another one of the students in my caseload, N, was talking about one of the younger teachers at the job. We were VERY well paid at that job, and a second year teacher bought a new, very nice car. The kids all oohed and ahhed over it. N was suspicious, though, and said that he thought that this teacher must have had a second job, since teachers weren't that well paid. I asked him what kind of job, and he said, "I think she pole dances."
My other job involved elementary students with mental impairments, so any of their "naughty" moments were more forgivable and I loved them all dearly.
