It's been a while since I was last in the opportunity class at the continuation high school. There is a whole new group. Only one student is left over from the last group. So, they did not know me, and they did not realize that I do actually know the routine. But, of course, this was not the issue of the day.
Ana was the issue of the day.
She started out the day as the best worker. She finished her first assignment and asked for another. This was a bit of a shock, as the others in class weren't working. They were discussing their weekend and explaining to me that they could, in fact, use their cell phones in class (this I was not buying).
Then group two came in (there's one group that comes in first thing, then a second group that starts an hour later). Oscar was in group two, and apparently he's a neighbor of Ana's. They sat together and started discussing stuff.
I wasn't really listening, but Ana's vocabulary relies much too heavily on words best not used in school. I told her to watch her language several times. She'd look at me with a "what?" expression, as most of the time she didn't even realize that an F-bomb had passed her lips.
First, I told Ana to stop. She informed me that I did not know her well enough to call her Ana. She told me to call her Ms. Hernandez. Then I didn't say Hernandez correctly.
She only got nastier after that.
She and Oscar were discussing something. As is my habit, if I hear something that needs comment, I comment. Ana informed me that I was not allowed to enter her conversation. That was not my job. Why she thought that she and Oscar were having some private conversation, I have no idea.
Then she objected to my watching her.
Later, I learned that she had only been in the class three days. She had been placed in the class because she had hit someone in her other class, and they needed her out so that things could "calm down". The office ladies are sure that she'll be kicked out of this class pretty soon.
The opportunity class is always such an adventure.