It’s a regular day. I walk into the school late… that’s me. I hate this school; feels like a prison, no thanks to the cocky cop at the front door.
As I approach the bathroom that the pot heads use, I can smell them puff puff passing. Coming up the hall towards me, two more knuckleheads; why they are not in class, can’t tell you, but of course, they turn into the pot head bathroom.
Just as I pass the bathroom, I hear a huge argument, a fight breaks out and the pot heads fall out into the hall way. Suddenly somebody shouts, “He’s got a gun!” By now, the crowd is huge. From out of nowhere, Mr. Farquhar comes running up and squeezes two shots off from a revolver into the air, screaming, “Break it up!”
I’m stunned and all I can think is, Farquhar, has a gun, really? The next thing I know, one of the knuckleheads lounges towards Farquhar, tackles him and takes the gun.
By this time, the cocky cop from the front door is coming around the corner. The knucklehead has the gun and is distracted by cocky cop. Farquhar is up and grabs the gun from the knucklehead; his back is to the cocky cop, who comes running around the corner just in time to see the scramble for the gun and starts shooting.
Everybody is screaming, running into classrooms and/or hitting the floor. After the smoke clears, the only person left standing in the middle of the hallway is cocky cop. The only person shot – Farquhar. I’m told he passed in the ambulance, on the way to the emergency room.
Wow, what a morning, poor Mr. Farquhar. Then I saw the upside - no Physics test third hour!
Second Scenario: I just wanted some answers.
It’s time for parent teacher conferences. For weeks now, I have been trying to get my son’s Physics teacher on the phone and I have been sending e-mails. For some reason, he hasn't responded. Nothing nada zilch. Maybe tonight I can get some answers.
The meeting starts out with the teacher being uneasy. I need answers, so I look past it and try to stay calm as I ask Mr. Farquhar why he hasn't responded to my requests for answers as to how he is dealing with my son.
Mr. Farquhar seems crazy flippant and I can see why my son is having an issue with him. I stand up, pushing back my chair and tell him that I’m not feeling his lack of response and I want to pull the Principal in on this discussion.
The next thing I know, Mr. Farquhar jumps up, pulls out a gun and says, “This conference is over, I cain't stand your ignorant a**, loud mouth son. Now, get your entitled, ghetto a** out of my classroom!”
Stunned, I put my hands up and back out of the room, thinking, “Damn how did it get to this?”