One Girl

One of my favorite students of all time was absolutely crazy.

We'll call the girl Jan for this blog.

Jan was the most random person I have ever known. One day, during a test, she blurts out, "Mr, have I ever worn a yellow shirt?"

I had no idea...I had known her for a total of 3 months.
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A few days later, during a quiet moment in class, Jan blurts out, "Mr, can you get in trouble if you backpack smells like weed?"

Why Jan?

No, mine doesn't...just one time it did and I was wondering.

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Jan liked to steal make-up and clothes from the little shops around town, and especially from wal-mart.

She decided to steal a yellow shirt, to see what it was like to wear yellow. She got caught.
On the day of court she tells me she's turned over a new leaf, never going to steal again. It had been three entire days since stealing anything.

I mentioned that her clothes were rather girlish looking for once (she was rather emo usually). She said she wanted to dress nicely for court...these were the clothes she stole right before getting caught.

So, she was going to court for stealing while wearing stolen clothes.

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Another day this kid who was a bit of a punk was wearing a pink shirt and everybody was teasing him about it. Once I got everybody to stop and calm down, Jan leaned over and whispered LOUDLY, "Hey, Lonnie, can I borrow a tampon?"
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Another day in class, during a test again, Jan blurts out, "Hey Mr, you know...I can't think of a single person in my family that doesn't do drugs."

Poor kid. But as absolutely sweet as you can find anywhere. You'd be hard pressed to find someone with a better heart or lighter touch.