SlaP mY FaCe!

Yesterday I was the person I never wanted to ever be. I was helping with the dreaded test at the High school. Watching all of the students stressing out wondering if they were going to get their high school diploma or not. Their Future hanging the answers they were giving with the broken and chewed on pencils they borrowed from the students before them (yes, this is the reality). I had the honorable role of watching to see if the students were cheating, talking, using electronic devices etc. I noted a young man across the room that sat eyes wandering and then making comments to his friend, then quickly turning to write on his paper. He was the student with the baggy pants and the boxers hanging over the top. The kind that always get in trouble for having their "colors" hanging out of the back pocket of their jeans. The kind that just look like they don't care, and that is what I saw. I had in my mind the next time her reached around the cardboard divider to talk to his friend I was going to go and move him. A few seconds later as I walked by again, I was amazed to see the young boy picking up his work because he had completed the test. He told his friend to hurry, to which his friend replied "you shouldn't be that smart and we would just get done at the same time." I couldn't believe it. I work with these kids, and try so hard not to jump to conclusions, but this time I was wrong. I was glad I didn't act upon my thoughts and cause him any problems. Although in his world, it may have added to his "credibility" but would have made him loose respect for me and the school. See-Slap My face-how dare I judge!
Then there are the others, the ones that really behave like punks, fail in school, if they even show and are consistently in trouble. I go out on a limb for them and all they do is block my calls to their parents (answering and then telling me I can't talk to them), tear up my letters to their parents, and continue to fail. I guess sometimes you just loose!