Evil, evil school
Recently, some of the seventh grade houses were subjected to a search. I was in the nurses’ office when it started and I was heading back to class, when I passed the classes in my house being searched. Mr. Dickey’s class had someone going around with a metal detector and I rushed to my class. Everyone was against the walls, and their bags on the desks. I walked in and my teacher told me to put my bag on my desk and to stand against the wall. I wasn’t told my rights, and I certainly wasn’t treated with respect.
Our bags were searched, and they found washable markers and took them. That’s what I saw. Someone said that gimp was also taken away.
The staff wasn’t searched. They all could become a threat to us. All except Ms. Martinez. She told my dad that she can’t become a threat.
I seriously hate my principals, not my teachers.
Our bags were searched, and they found washable markers and took them. That’s what I saw. Someone said that gimp was also taken away.
The staff wasn’t searched. They all could become a threat to us. All except Ms. Martinez. She told my dad that she can’t become a threat.
I seriously hate my principals, not my teachers.