Well, it all started on Wednesday September 19, 2007 at 11:00am while my son was in PE Class. These 3 kids decided to target my son and pick on him. Their names were, Travis, Purcibal and Juwonn. They started pushing him, tripping him, and slapping him. They had my son in tears. My son is dedicating this year to his Grandfather who passed away on July 24, 2007. These kids told him I was fat, that I was a bitch and told him to go fuck his dead grandfather. Now what the kids said about me is no big deal, but when you bring family into it, that's just sick. My son was ready to drop them where they stood. He told his PE teacher, and yet nothing was done. When he came to the car after school, he was in tears when he told me what happened. Leanne drove the car and parked near the office and I took my son and went in and asked to speak with one of the Assisant Principals. We explained what went down, and she told my son to find out all the kid's names and let her know when he could so she could talk to them. He only knew Travis' name. Evidentally she had to talk to him about another situation. We get home, I told my Christopher that if they bothered him again to go into the office and ask to call me and I would come get him. I get a call right after PE, and I told him to try to stick it out til after lunch. I get another call right after lunch, saying it happened again, so I left right then and went and got him from school. Leanne called me seeing if I wanted to go with her to get the boys from school. I told her that Christopher was already home. I told her what happened, and she was pissed. We went with her for the ride back to the school. We told Christopher, to point out the kids in question. The bell rang, and hear comes all the kids. Christopher points out this short African American boy saying that's one of them. The kids started mouthing off at Christopher and I looked out the car window and asked this kid if he had a problem with my son? With an attitude, he said Yeah He's Racist!! I told him my son was not racist, and he said to me, so are you Bitch!! At that point I was really pissed. I responded with, You should never talk to an adult that way!! With that all said and done, we left. My husband and I decided to keep Christopher home the following day, which was Friday, so he could relax and calm down. Once again, We went with Leanne to the school, but this time, we requested to speak with the other Assistant Principal. She was busy with another family, so we waited. The cops were at the school so I knew something had to be up. Little did I know, the cops were there for me. The officer called me into the office. The first thing out of his mouth, was do you have any tattoos? I said No, and of course didn't hesitate to show him. I asked him why he had asked that? He said, the kid in question said that I had Schwastka Tattoos and I threatened to shoot him. I was outraged!! I looked at the cop right in the eyes and said, for 1, I am scared of needles and I haven't gotten up the nerve to get a tattoo, but I have always wanted one. For 2, I don't like guns, nor do I have any in my house. For 3, I would never say anything like that to any adult, let alone any child. He went on and on asking me what happened. I had told him everything, and brought my son in to tell them also. I told them I also had a witness, which was Leanne, she was sitting waiting for me. The cops asked what I did for work? I told him I was currently unemployed, but I did work as a substitute within the district. As soon as he heard that, he got up and left the room. Working for the district, you get life-scanned and get a background check, fingerprints and all. I have worked with kids for years and if I ever did something like that, it would of come up in the background check and I would never of gotten hired. So basically, the kid lied to his mother and the cops, which doesn't look good on his end. He switched the whole story around saying Christopher did everything, thinking he wouldn't get in trouble. Well, the Cops ended up saying it was a he said she said confrontation. I couldn't believe they just let it go. I was even more pissed. They asked me if I had anymore questions for them. I said Yes, can you guarantee me that my son will be safe ands won't have to watch his back when I send him back to school on Monday? They said they couldn't guarantee me that. So I just left it at that. I went with Leanne to bring the kids to school today, which is Monday. I went into the office and asked if they had a copy of the Police report. They didn't, but they did have the case number. So I waited for the Assistant Principal and she gave me the case number written on her business card, telling me if anything happens to feel free to call her. So I talked to her about thew incident a little bit more, and she couldn't believe something like that would happen. So basically she is on my side. :D I told Christopher that if anything happened today or if anyone bothered him to go to the office and call me, and once again I will head to the school. The Moral of the story is, and this is for you Juwonn......How do Germans tie their shoes? In Little Natzis!! :D
