Draggin' Days

The weekend has finally blessed us with its presence. This has had to be one of the longest damn weeks of my entire goddamn life. This week drug itself through a crap load of muck and drug us all with it. The worst thing that probably happened to me this week [What I haven't been able to block out] is when Mr. Larue kicked me outta class on Tuesday. Okay, What had happened was that we finished a test and I stared looking at these pictures Michelle had and Mr. Larue started reading out of the paper. I guess he got mad that me and Michelle were talking and not listening to him and he said he would write us up then he said if we had an opinion about it we needed to say it. Why did he do that? Michelle went off on him about not talkin' down to the other people who were talking [meaning the white girls] and Mr. Larue got real red because he knew what she was implying. I was just sitting there stunned that Michelle was cutting Mr. L up like that and I was completely silent like everyone else in the class. And when he told her to get out and she wouldn't I was extra stunned because I can tell you right now that I would never ever ever do anything like that in my life. I like to keep on the good sides of teachers so they can remember how good I am when Midterms and Finals roll around. Like I was saying though, I was sitting there stunned with my mouth open as Michelle walked out and then he said "Monique you can go with her" and I jumped a little like someone had zapped me a little bit because I hadn't done anything or said anything that whole time. I was a innocent bystander caught in the cross fire. I'm not mad at Mr. Larue though because I would feel the same way if I was being accused straight out of being a racist. I just still don't understand why I was thrown out, too. Mrs. Pasho was gone that day but when she came back she made jokes about it that were really funny because all the teachers were thoroughly taken back that sweet lil ol' me had been kicked out.