posted on Jan, 1 2008 @ 03:27 AM
My school is much less of a school than it is a joke, and the problems within will be pointed out at the end but illustrated through the story, so
please take the time to read this. Long story short something needs to be done. A deep look raises technical questions as well as moral questions,
answers and solutions I hope to find here within the thoughts of the ATS entity.
I attend a public high school in the city of Jacksonville, Florida. For those who don't know it's on the southeastern peninsula of the United
States. I take Advanced Placement (AP) and Honors classes to prepare me for college. The alarm clock woke me up this morning at 5:30, but "five more
minutes" quickly turned into 6 am, and a 30 minute rush to the big yellow bus. When I had arrived at The Joke, I realized I had forgotten a safety
device so vital to my well being, that any teacher in their right mind would not admit me inside the classroom without it. My school ID. A loop of
string going through a hole punched in a little piece of plastic that has my mug on it. That way it lets the administrators and teachers know I'm not
a bad guy disguised as a student. The IDs were implemented because the people in school that are trying to harm you NEVER will ever have access to
string, plastic and a photocopier. Also because the people out to harm you are also, NEVER another student. Anything in the name of safety. Right?
I walked into 1st period (before the bell) and the teacher asks me to put on my ID ("On and visible!") and a quick conversation ends with me walking
to the Dean's to get an ID referall so I could come back to class. Upon arrival, I am told I don't receive detention anymore or even an ID referall,
I get to spend my entire day in In-School Suspension (ISS). This is because there is no way I could safely learn without it. Right?
As I passed my first period, the teacher (who had waited at the door for me to return, even after the bell had rung) asked where I was going.
"They're sending me to ISS for the day," I say. The statement was replied with something muttered under the teacher's breath with a tone of
annoyance for the Administration (those who make the rules at The Joke). When I got settled in the ISS room, I was handed a packet of work. The work
for ISS is basically mandatory essays that if arent finished in the four periods of the day, they will be finished on the next day and so on, until
complete. When I was halfway done with the first essay, I realized something. I came to school to go to class, maybe even learn something. I didn't
come to do essays that have no academic value. I then made up my mind to go to second period, ID or not. It's an elective, and the teacher doesn't
ask for the all important ID. Besides, I can't get in trouble for going to class. Right?
Soon enough the bell rings for second period and I stand up and start walking. I hear "Sit down! Whatcha doin' boy?!" from a short old black man as
I calmly and politely place the work packet on his desk. I say "I'm going to class," as I turn to leave. I hear footsteps matching mine as I walk
out the door. In the hall a few steps from the door I feel him grab my arm. "Go back an' sit down!" the teacher yells. I take my arm back, keeping
pace. He gets in front of me, and sticks his arms out in an effort to block my path. "Excuse me, sir.... excuse me sir." I repeat. This is when I
notice one of the security guards, a 6 ft black man in his 20s, less than 5 feet away.
"Let him go."
"Take 'em down and write 'em up! Ay boy, where you tryna' go?!"
"I'm going to class."
"Cayn't without no ID so go back"
"I'll take him to [the school resource officer]."
"Betta' not try and leave campus or there'll be a lot mo' than just [the school resource officer]."
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