This was a first for me. I was walking from the office back to my classroom this morning after having made some copies. As I meandered along the quad, I glanced over just in time to see one boy swing at another. The boy who swung then walked away and yelled, "Fuck you, Nigga!"
That of course caused me to change direction and begin walking toward Mr. Potty Mouth. I walked up to him and said, "Good morning! My name is Mr. Ch..." That's as far as I got. The kid looked at me, then looked at my I.D. badge, then took off like a shot! I mean he sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him. For a second, I stood there dumbfounded. I had never had a student run away from me before. Had I known who the student was, I would have just let him run and written up the referral at my leisure. However, I had no idea who this kid was, and I wasn't about to count on some bystander student giving up the name. So, I decided "Oh, what the heck", and I sprinted after the student.
It's been 15 to 20 years now, but I ran track in high school and college (400m/800m/Mile). This morning, I was glad to see that my almost-36 year old legs still have the magic. I caught up to that little jackrabbit, and the funniest part is when he looked behind him with a slight grin on his face, that quickly disappeared when he realized that I was right on his tail. He ran for a couple more seconds, put on the brakes, and then began walking as if he had been doing so the whole time. I asked the student for his name, but he refused to give it to me. I followed him while repeatedly asking for his name until I saw a campus supervisor up ahead. The c.s. knew the kid and once I had his name, I disengaged.
Later that day, I wrote up a referral for Mr. Running Man - chuckling with each word of my narrative. Sometimes, I love my job!
Good Day to You, Sir