Tales from the Copy Room

"Why do you guys treat me different?"
"We don't treat you different."
"Yeah you do. I swear one time and I get kicked out. Other kids swear every five seconds and they never get kicked out."
"That's not true."
"Whatever. I'm just here until I get accepted at Voke."
"Well, they're not going to accept you with this kind 'a record."
"I don't have any kind 'a record. I have better grades than anyone else in that fucking room."
"What about a discipline record? You don't think that counts?"
"You wanna know where SPED kids go? You wanna know where they go?"
"No."
"You wanna know? They don't go nowhere. They go nowhere. None of those kids in that room are going nowhere."
*Silence.*
"I can't wait until lunch."
"You can't go to lunch until Mr. X talks to you."
"I don't fucking care. I hate him. He's mad slow. He talks slow. He's a fucking asshole."
"That's not true."
"It is true. I hate all 'a you teachers. You're fucking retarded. You think we're the retards, but we're not. You put us in that room all together and you just wait for us to fucking drop out. Well fine, I'll drop out. If you want, you can expel me, but I'm not doing this shit anymore."
"You can't go to lunch until you talk to Mr. X. He said you have to stay here."
"Well I'm definitely going to lunch, because I haven't eaten anything except those frickin' tater tots and a banana."
"Did you see the doctor about your nose?"
"No I didn't."
"When's that appointment?"
"I don't care. Don't talk to me."