The Good Kid, The Bad, and The Security

You know how you’ve got those kids who remind you what it is that you like about teaching? A senior I had last year is one of those. He’s sharp; he’s a hard worker, but more importantly he’s respectful. He always made fifth period more bearable. I think he was the only one who didn’t have the urge to spout a sentence that started with the mention of one's mother.

“Your mom’s a GPA.”

“Your mom gave me the answer last night.”

There was never a “gay” uttered under a cough by him, nor a fake flatulence delivered.

Unfortunately, while I was walking to lunch yesterday, I saw campus security hauling him off to their office. Oh well, maybe he’ll need a character witness.