So, this conversation happened in my trailer:
Student: Ms W., what is this you handed me?
Me: It’s a tardy warning from the office.
Student: Does it matter?
Student 2: No, they give it to you when you have 20 tardies.
Student 1: Oh, okay.
Now, our school may be crazytown, but our policy is not that 20 tardies get you a warning.
It’s one tardy, a warning; 2 tardies, a lunch detention, 3 tardies, a parent
meeting, etc. But my students haven’t heard about the policy; they’re just
drawing off of what they see. And they’re right: this year, twenty tardies
means a warning. Maybe.
In other news, several of my third block were bundled back
into class after I dismissed them today. They said they’d been told to return
to class. A few minutes later, we were put in lockdown. My kids started
texting; I started grading. Then their texts yielded news. Six students shot
behind D Building. Nope, six shots fired, nobody hurt. Nope, two rounds fired
by students. Nope, a neighborhood man angry that kids keep trespassing on his
property fired shots in warning at them.

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