First Time For Everything

Wish I could say the day got better. It did in some ways, but mostly didn't, which is how things are. You experience Life, process it, try to rationalize a silver lining into existence if needed, then move on.

The rest of the workday was spent listening to gibes about the mocha spill and I richly deserved every second of it, because I would do the same to them if the situations were reversed. The day ended with a whimper instead of a bang as people left the building early via "flextime." Young Guy and I stayed on until close then headed out our seperate ways. Heard the Red Sox got swept (sad) but the Yankees were getting their butts kicked (11-7 final, glad). It's looking more probable the richest payroll in baseball may not make it to the division series (very glad).

Went to class and had a problem student. He wanted to leave class early. I told him he couldn't and told him to get back to work. He didn't and he refused each time I told him to get back to work, so I called Control to send an officer to class. He sent three of them. I told the officers what happened and informed the student he was done in my class.

Dammit!

I hate losing students for whatever reason. Public colleges generally have pretty liberal withdrawal policies, so students can walk out the door whenever they want. A prison class has a different dynamic. They can still quit the class like "normal" students, but most will try to hold on for as long as possible. On the other hand, some will do something stupid outside the classroom and get thrown in the hole or transferred to Ely (maximum) or some such nonsense. This is the first time I've kicked a prison student out of class, period (did it all the time as a substitute, but that's different). If there was a better way to handle it and still maintain control in room full of felons, I don't know what it is. This will be bothering me for several days and I'll probably hear something about it from the college on Monday.

When I got home, the family was there. Trina and I walked to the Nugget for some father/daughter time and ate way too much food. We talked, and it's good to see she's got her head on straight.

Time for sleep.