I thought the rolling chair post was intense. The next day, with that same student was even more intense. After a day of insults, threats, and being "terrorized" as they call it, I had some words with that student that I'll omit here, but it resulted in him chilling out significantly and not harassing me for the last three days. In fact, after he apologized to me for stealing a bag out of my hands and I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at him with a glare of confusion, took a deep breath and said LOUDLY, "What? Did YOUUUUU just apologize to me?????? HAS HELL FROZEN OVERRRR???? DID JESUS JUST TRANSPORT THROUGH THE WINDOW AND GIVE YOU A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD? It must be because I prayed to God a few minutes ago! It worked! My prayer was answered! Thank you JESUS! JESUS IS REAL! The angels I called wrapped themselves around you and let you have some empathy!!!!!". This kid was super quiet, and a stupid smile came over his face and he just laughed and rolled away on his rolling chair. Then I said, "I'LL TAKE IT! I'll shut up! And I'll take it! Thank you ____!"
Let's skip to the Ice Cream in a bag now. The day before Halloween, the security entry protocol changed a bit. They were checking backpacks diligently for candy, and likely drugs, or contraband. Probation security added three new search dogs to the routine and we had to walk down a new hallway to enter the facility.
When I got to class, the kids asked us what we were going to do for Halloween, and I asked probation if we could make ice cream in a bag. It's something a co-teacher of mine did recently where you get milk or cream, pour it into a ziplock bag with sugar and vanilla, close the bag and add that bag to a bigger bag of ice and rock salt, then you agitate it for about 7 minutes until it emulsifies into a form of ice cream. It works, and it looked fun.
How was I going to bring in the ingredients? I wasn't exactly sure but something inside me said that I KNEW it was going to happen, so I told them I would make the attempt to do so. My bosses gave me permission so at the end of the day before Halloween I asked the security and they said I would need a food request form filled out by my directors for permission. I filled out the form that clearly states: "ALL REQUESTS NEED TO BE MADE 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE". Well, I've filled out these forms before and each one has never been signed or returned, so I assumed that they went into some type of Food Request Form Fantasyland or Purgatory. They were obviously in limbo. I filled out a form but didn't get it signed. I was going to try to wing it.
I needed to make ice cream, and had to bring the items the day of. In the morning, I prayed about it and asked God to guide me, and he did as usual, and said to me: "Sara, take the milk. Take the cream. Take the sugar, salt, ice, and all of it. It will be ok". Well, I said to God, "Ok. I trust you". I always Trust God.
So the morning of, I loaded my backpack with the salt, sugar, measuring cups, ziplock bags, and vanilla. I had a grocery store bag with the a gallon of milk and the half gallon of cream. The backpack went through security without a problem, but the heavy bag with large amounts of lactose got put to the side. "Sara, do you have your form signed? We need you to get permission to bring this in". It was 8:05am. Class starts exactly at 8:30. I immediately went into "GOTTA MAKE THIS HAPPEN GEAR", so I said, "I'll get the signatures, be right back! Hold my milk!". I ran across the facility after my own security scans and booked it to the office. The principal and vice principal were there. Quickly, I opened my slow-ass county computer, printed the form I had edited and asked them to sign it. They both looked at me like I was a little crazy but they were happy to sign it. I ran like a dummy back to the entrance while my fellow teachers all said the same thing, "Ms. Sara! You're going the wrong way!". "I know!", I replied as I huffed and puffed down the long covered pathway. I showed my friends in security the form, and they said, "This is the right form, but you need to have the signature in the box signed by the Probation Supervisor". Well, that was a doozy. I have never heard of, met, or seen the Probation Supervisor. I had no idea where they worked or where to find this person, but I still felt determined to try. At our sign in counter, I asked the receptionist how I could communicate with a supervisor, and she looked to her right and said, "She just walked in the door. She is standing right there". It was a miracle. Apparently they are usual never around or nowhere to be found.
The nice looking woman was with another supervisor, and I interrupted her to ask her if she could help me and she said, "Give me a minute". I waited patiently until I had my chance to explain the ice cream experiment, the fact that we wanted to do something special since I could not bring in candy for Halloween, that it tied into math for measurements, that it was Science as we would be changing liquids to solids, etc etc etc. She looked at me and said, "I'm new here. I've only been here two weeks. We obviously have rules in place. There is a protocol. This does not follow protocol. Who gave you permission? Did medical give you clearance? Are there allergies? Are you sure? What about the caloric intake? Does this exceed their sugar intake for the day? Why would staff allow this? You didn't submit the form early? Just because it's Halloween, etc etc etc, and she kept going and I understood I was putting her on the spot. After a lot of this and that and back and forth and trying to be as calm and collected as possible, I just looked at her and said, "Whatever you decide, ma'am, God bless you". She stopped and said, "Yes! God blesses me! He blesses me every day! I am blessed!". With somber hesitation as if she had let me win, she took her pen and signed the paper. Of course I said, "God bless you", again, and "Thank you", then I ran back the form to the security guys and they added the form to a pile and let me run back with the fat-ass bag of milk and cream. I told the guys not to lose my form because it stated clearly I also had permission to get ice, strawberries, and bananas that I would buy at lunch and they assured me that the form would be safe with them. They were also VERY surprised I got permission and raised their eyebrows and gave me a look of confusion. Whatever. I did it and I still had 6 minutes to run back to the office, make some copies, and get into the compound where my students were in time.