Jay is actually turning into a student. His homeroom teacher is in mild shock. She's sworn up and down every day that he's not coming in the next. First that he wouldn't come at all, then not two days in a row, then not three days in a row. It's gonna be a miracle if he makes it through a week.
But... it's a record... he's come three times in three days, and actually comes on time and even came down to my class today with no prodding or fighting. He got upset when I busted on him yesterday for his behavior in school.
"What, miss, I ain't never done nothing to you. I ain't cursed you out. I'm not even gonna curse you out."
Such a sweetie!
I'm revising the earlier speculation of him being one of the biggest drug dealers in the school. I think actually he may be one of the bigger ones in the area. Today the seventh grade kid (I think I'm going to call him Sidekick... he so desperately wants to be Jay) walked out to go buy a lock from the NTA in charge of lockers. Jay realized he needed one too, somebody had taken his, and pulled out a wad of cash that probably was more money than I generally have in my bank account. (And I just found realized my wallet was missing... I don't think I ever left my purse alone with either of them, but I can't imagine how else it would have gone missing. Maybe he doesn't get his money through dealing... although stealing from teachers has gotta have a fairly disappointing going rate. I mean really, of all the people to steal from... You could at least make the effort to steal from someone with a lot of money. Like, say, another drug dealer. Although I guess a teacher is less likely to, oh, say, shoot you for stealing from them)
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