And most places, when it comes to kids and schools, you are going to be presumed guilty (in a sense). You really were lucky; I’d get a Power Ball ticket if I were you.
You’re the one who acted like a victim because people looked at you. How dare they! Just because you have no idea what the situation is, or why they reacted the way they did, you were hurt because they looked at you. Lighten up, Francis.
I thought it was 'intent to lurk". Hmm…at any rate, the OP should know you can’t just go around giving art books to people and get off scot free. pfft…liberals.
I keep thinking that if the principal had known I am an atheist and don’t salute the flag I’d be posting from the slammer. Seriously – she had an intruder in her school/office and all she did was dither. Nobody could be sure I was the only surprise visitor. I’d think a “code blue” on the intercom, alerting all teachers to close and lock classroom doors would have been the first thing on the agenda.
Where the staff treat you as if you were a 7yr old, and expect you to wait in line as if you were a 7yr old.
I went to school in Arizona in schools that didn’t even have fences. My kid now goes to a school in Melbourne that has fences, but the gates aren’t locked.
Both countries, both generations, the office staff and teachers relate to people as if it was against the rules to be out of class in school time.
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Ask them, that whether they should be a battery of Patriot missile stationed outside the school, just in case those damned Russians bomber show up. After all thats a lot more likely than most of the things they imagined.
Or a company of marines, incase, the Bear sends his paratroopers.
Maybe the principal didn’t see you as much of a threat? It’s their call. I assume the principle, and school staff, have had years of training on how to differentiate between a confused visitor (dare I say, parent?) and an actual intruder intent on harming the children or staff.
Maybe. I haven’t been visited by the police. School principal hasn’t called for more information. Donated stuff hasn’t shown up on my doorstep. Maybe it all can be attributed to a trigger (can I use that word safely?) experience from being called to the principal’s office as a kid. Seriously, I was observing the tykes and tykettes in the corridor and, tho I’m only 5’2", I couldn’t believe I was ever that small.
I’ll take it! Let me just deactivate the electric fence, spring loaded spikes, laser field, robot snipers… the pirranha pool is frozen over so that won’t be a problem…
The one school I’ve encountered that was on permanent lockdown, with a guard at the door, was a K-3 school in a quiet middle-class neighborhood, in a Midwestern city of 40,000. Why the security, you may ask? It was the school attended by children that age who lived at the domestic violence shelter. p.s. The guard was a contracted employee of the DV program.
Staying with popes and priests Jackson started, I was playing the religious angle – the crucifix? Kids sucks at math, parents send him to catholic school, grades jump to all A’s. Was it the skill of the nuns? Nah - first time he saw the guy nailed to the + sign he knew they weren’t screwing around.
Sorry – at the time I posted it, it was perfectly clear. Of course, so was the alcohol. :smack:
