Another friend and I were waiting for our friend, (who lives across the Halloween Dracula blood is lives shirt Apart from…,I will love this street from the friend who’s selling their house), to get back home. When I went to visit my other friend 2 days before. His brother-in-law told me that there getting ready to put the house on the market (after 3 months of rehab/fixing the house up) and they had staged/put furniture in the house. I had told him I’ll check it out when I go by there. So while my friend and I were just killing time waiting for the friend that lives across the street to get home, we decided to look how the inside of the house looked by looking through the windows. Now, the surrounding neighbors know who I am as I was always there. They knew what my car looked like so that wasn’t the problem. And I felt comfortable to just look around because of that and I wasn’t doing anything wrong. We had gone to the front of the house and I had noticed the lock box that had the key was open and hanging from the doorknob. Well that was a mistake because what we didn’t know was there was someone working for the real estate agent taking pictures inside of the house. I’ve been there when workers were at the house before and they always said hi to me but not this guy. So what I was trying to do was put the box back and from the inside I guess it was sounding like I was trying to open the door. But here’s the thing, the picture guy quickly opens the door (it takes 2–3 seconds to unlock the door, so the door was open judging on how fast he opened it) he asked me “who are you?” He kinda startled me and I was kinda having trouble stating that this is my friends house, and before I could say what I was trying to do, fix the lock box on the door knob. He slammed the door on me. So I was like “ok whatever then” we were in my car for about 15 minutes or so then my other friend who lives across the street texted me and told us to go without him because he’s not gonna be back on time. So we took off. A few minutes later that same friend called me and told me to go back to the house because the cops are looking for us. By that time, had gotten off the phone with my friends sister) he asked me “Are you Jonathan?” I said yes and gave him my ID without him even asking for it. Then he asked me to explain what happened. I told him what happened and the cop tells me well the photographer told us that you were trying to break into the house and we’re hanging out drinking in front of the house. (Yeah he told the cops we were drinking when we weren’t. My guess is that my friend was drinking an AW root beer can in his hand when we were looking at the house). Then the cop tells me “well the homeowners don’t want you or anybody else around here” even though I was basically invited by my friends B-I-L to look at the house (even though my friends sister or her husband are not the homeowners. Their dad is, the same dad I used to take to his doctor appointments every week, so I’m sure he meant his sister whom he was on the phone with). Cop gave me a lecture saying “I know you weren’t trying to break into the house, That part is clear, but this guy (points to the photographer) doesn’t know who you are. While he walks up I try to talk to the photographer guy and apologize to him. I told him “ hey man, I’m sorry I startled you earlier” his response was in a kinda mean demeanor tone“ well you guys were wondering around acting suspicious, and drinking. I told him we weren’t drinking like he was saying. Then he asks still with the mean demeanor “why were you trying to open the door.” I told him “I wasn’t trying to open the door, I was trying to fix the lock box”. He said “yeah ok….” And he said it like he didn’t believe me. He walked away after that and the cop said well you’re free to go, just don’t be around here anymore. Then he asked me how did you know to come back? I told him because you guys were talking to my friends family across the street. And he was surprised and said “oh you know the people across the street?” I was thinking in my head “duh”. Anyways fast forward to today and I’m gonna attempt to ask my friend if it’s ok to visit him.As very often happens, I didn’t have many interactions with other adults that day. Fridays are often hectic, because my juniors and seniors go into “weekend mode” so I have to be extra chatty, and even goofy, to keep them interested. I concentrate on what they’re doing, and I don’t like to be distracted or interrupted, because I need them to concentrate on what I’m doing. Therefore, I don’t have time for small talk. I had had one brief conversation with a fellow teacher. another even briefer conversation – really, just an exchange of hellos – with another teacher. I had said good morning to my paraprofessional, Roberta, who put her purse and jacket in the locked cabinet, then left to begin her day. That was all. 3 adults, and 6 math classes.Roberta’s schedule was very different from mine; she spent nearly the entire day in a different part of the building. Typically, we exchanged greetings in the mornings, goodbyes in the afternoons, and – more often than not – we would neither see nor speak to each other for the rest of the day. For five years, Roberta and I had gotten along fine; she’s a creature of habit, and so am I. She comes to school, does her job, says very little about her personal life – and I don’t pry – and then, at 3:00, she goes home.In those five years, Roberta had sent me a grand total of two text messages, both times being questions about school, and both times, I hadn’t recognized the phone number, so I had to ask who it was. I didn’t save her number, because I didn’t need her number….and the only reason she had my number was that I was her immediate supervisor. If she was going to be late, for example, her 1st-period teacher might want to be aware of it.6 years as a teacher tends to make one very persuasive. And it worked. The deputy took it down a notch. “All right.” He sighed, then went on. “We are actually here to do a welfare check on you. We got a call from the XXXX City Police Department, telling us that you had told a staff member, at your school, that you were, quote, ‘going to go postal at the next staff meeting at your school. Did you, or did you not, make that statement?”I thought for a moment. There were a few people who I wasn’t especially fond of; more of a clash of personalities, really. But I didn’t have any enemies, nor did I actively dislike anyone, and – as far as I could tell, anyway – no one seemed to dislike me. I didn’t have time to go around looking for adults to have arguments with. Our four principals were, by-and-large, excellent. Our building principal was quite young – I would guess 30 – and had only been with us four years. He was just a little overeager, which is not a bad thing; he wanted our school to be the best. And we were. Grudges? None that I knew of. Jealousy? Hatred? None that I’d ever knew of. Our school just wasn’t like that.It didn’t occur to me then – nor for many months thereafter – that the deputy didn’t ask about any possible troubles with students. Even so, the answer would still have been no. No problems whatsoever! By then, I had been teaching high school mathematics for 26 years. I had mellowed considerably, and I doubted very much that any student had reason to hold any sort of grudge against me….certainly not of the type to provoke this kind of accusation. What’s more, to be perfectly honest, I had some of the rowdiest kids in the whole building in my math classes. For whatever reason, the kids who really struggled, and especially with behavior, seemed to wind up in my classes. Counselors or principals frequently brought kids to my door, asking if I had room for just one more face in class. Of course! I’m so glad you’re here…and they’d beam happily. The really tough kids never needed to act so tough in my classes. I had never once sent a student to the office, never once written a referral, never once called a parent to gripe. No kid ever swore at me, or made a scene, and if a bad word slipped out, he or she would immediately correct it, and I’d just smile and ignore it. If a kid seemed to be edgy or upset, I’d write a short note, then ask them to take it to the library to read it, then please come right back. In ten minutes, they’d appear again, shyly smiling. I’d thank you, and we’d go on with our day. I provided lots of little safety valves for teenage angst, and the proof was in the pudding. I don’t even remember the last “F” I ever gave.
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We arrived at his office, and the Halloween Dracula blood is lives shirt Apart from…,I will love this door was already open. Inside were the assistant Superintendent of Schools, whom I knew by sight, but had never met before; my supervisor, Kay, who was trembling so that I thought she might become physically ill. There was a thin, bespectacled young man, who turned out to be the District’s union representative; and finally, a woman I didn’t know, who immediately introduced herself as the Human Resources Director. She smiled, and extended her hand, motioning me toward a chair. I smiled, shook her hand, and took the chair. When I sat, the assistant Superintendent froze, then hastily slid her chair away from me. The principal drew a chair forward, and sat down. He stared at the wall without seeing it, and despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at me, he was watching. Kay didn’t smile; she took a chair as far from me as possible. At first, she seemed to be scanning the room, as though planning her quickest exit. She finally sat, but avoided my eyes altogether. The bespectacled man perched on a chair and fiddled with a small tape recorder, as he prepared to record what was about to transpire. He didn’t look at me, and he didn’t introduce himself; he seemed unaware that I was even in the room.The Director came straight to the point. Her voice was businesslike, but her tone was reassuring. “Well, I’m sure you know why we’ve asked you here this morning.” I nodded. “We want you to know the District will conduct a full investigation of this matter, and we shall get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, I’m sure you understand why we’ll need you to be away from school for the time being…” and she looked at me sympathetically. “You DO understand, am I right?”“Yes, I understand.” I smiled at her – but not too much, lest she thinks I was somehow pleased with myself over all this. Yet I got the impression that she knew this was not what it appeared to be.“Thank you. Please understand that we are NOT suspending you. You are NOT being suspended, and you are NOT being punished. You shall be paid your full salary while you are away. We believe this will take about a week, and you shall be called when we are ready for your return. The Union representative shall be your District contact person,” and she gestured toward the young man, who looked up at me and blinked.