The Degeneration of a Kid

One of the kids in our 2nd Period Advanced class, C., seems to have been turning into a punk recently. It is kind of strange.

If you check the archives, the school picture of this kid from last year is very clean-cut and proper. You can tell just by looking at him that he probably gets A's in school.

This year, things are a little different. He has all kinds of weird piercings, including a big horn-like bone thing that he wears in his ear. His hair is colored all funny and cut crooked and strange. He wears clothes with holes and strange pictures on them.

He was the kid that showed a bunch of attitude at the start of my Graphic Arts project and got removed from class for saying that the assignment was stupid and that he didn't want to do it. Since then, he has continued to get in trouble. He got a referral from another class for drawing pictures with marijuana on them. He got a referral from Mr. Jewett for posting a joke on the Internet that was not-school appropriate. I was there for that one, Mr. Jewett told him at least 10 times not to post the joke, but C. still did. He is in ISS for a week and lost his computer privileges during that time. For a week, he has been doing written computer assignments each day.

In the lunch room at school today, the teachers were all talking about a kid that was seen with a crowd of other kids in the hallway this morning with a big wadful of cash in small bills. C. was one of the kids crowding around. There is an investigation on regarding this situation. Most were of the opinion that the kid was selling drugs, likely joints.

I saw C. yesterday after school. He and another kid came into the computer lab where I was working. They were talking about sneaking out of their house at night and getting caught and I heard the word "blunts" a time or two, meaning joints.

I kicked them out of the lab, as they weren't doing anything but looking for trouble. On the way out of the room, C. saw my backpack on the table. He just opened it up and started rummaging through my stuff. I had to bark at him to get him away.

Yikes.

I wonder if his folks are paying as much attention to him as they should. He sure seems to be heading down a wrong path.