Today was day four with the opportunity class.
First thing this morning, they came in, sat down, and did their work peacefully. A minor miracle.
As they were working, Jake had a story to tell. I thought I'd share:
Jake had a run in with the police last night. He was out late, and he was running. The police pulled up beside him, flashed a light in his face, and asked him what he was doing.
Jake explained that he was chasing a raccoon.
Jake saw the raccoon earlier. He tried to take its picture with his cell phone, but it was too dark. Then the raccoon took off. Jake decided to chase it.
("Why?" I asked. What would he want with a raccoon? "I wanted to kick it," Jake replied. I tried explaining why this was not a good idea, but Jake didn't see my point.)
The cops told Jake that this was dangerous. The raccoon could attack and scratch him up badly. Jake could get rabies. Then the cops let Jake go ("I didn't even have to get in the car," he marveled).
Jake was relieved. He is on probation. He could have gone back to juvie.
Was any of this true? I have no idea. Jake told it convincingly. It could be true.
I'm never sure what to believe, so I listen and reserve judgement.
I remember this week. In my nightmares. This class no longer exists as the teacher now teaches something else somewhere else. How she put up with these kids for as long as she did, I have no idea.