"R's journey into insanity began at the beginning of class when students were asked to take a practice final. R asked for help on it, and I told him to try his best and that we would go over the practice test afterwards. He got very upset that I refused to help him, saying, “These motherf***ing teachers won’t help you, they just say to try my best. F*** that.” R then, unbeknownst to me, took the disposable camera that was provided by DonorsChoose to document the use of the donations we received off of my desk. He walked out of class, along with J and D.The story does not end there. With 10 minutes left, these gentlemen, along with a newly found stranger I do not recognize, came into my class interrupting the review activity we were doing. R took a pair of dice out of his pocket and said, “I want to shoot these in front of Mr. Potter.” He then rolled the dice on the ground in front of me. As far as I know, no money exchanged hands. I asked R (and his cronies) to leave my classroom, and he eventually did. However, he left screaming and banging on every surface he could find, including Mr. M's door next door to mine."
I'm definitely saving this one.
Update: When the student described above came to my class today, I sent him to the assistant principal to discuss the referral. He returned to class with a note that read, "Please admit -- We conferenced and promised he will be better."
Oh, hell no.