Oh boy, if we can just make it 4 more months. Just 4 more months and beautiful graduation will be here without high school counselors and bored seniors. Come quickly spring!
This Wednesday Braeburn took his final math test through BYU independent study. They are proctored so he had to go to the office to take the test. The counselor put him in the school psychologists office since she was gone for the day.
Braeburn took the test (please pray for a passing grade!), and then noticed that the psychologist had some pre-written form note pads on her desk:
Please have ______________ report to the
school psychologists office immediately.
Sincerely, Esmerelda blah, blah blah.
---bring your books and your backpack----
Braeburn could not resist the opportunity and filled his friend's name in the slot and dropped the paper off on the office aide's desk as he was leaving.
The note was delivered to his friend in weight class. Spencer left class, changed his clothes, went to his locker and got his books and backpack and duly reported to the office with fear and trembling. The fear and trembling stopped when the counselor's secretary said, "I'm sorry Spencer, but the school psychologist isn't in today." Spencer said later, "that's when I knew that I'd been had."
Meanwhile, Braeburn is sitting in class and Mr. Cook, the counselor comes in. "May I please speak to Braeburn???" When they get to the hall Mr. Cook puts his hands on Braeburn's shoulders and solemnly asks, "Have you been stealing from the office?"
Next scene finds Braeburn sitting outside the assistant principal's office. He listens to bits of conversation around him, "Dude, I hauled like 3 pounds of marijuana into the bathroom..... Whoa that's awesome, this is like the second time in one day that I've brought a gun to school...." Braeburn felt a little out of place and was happy they didn't ask him what crime he'd committed.
Then Mr. Miller came out. (Just for reference, they are two Mr. Miller's at the school. Mr. Miller - rather large = Miller Heavy. And Mr. Miller - rather small = Miller Light) So this was Miller Heavy. To make a long story shorter, he asked Braeburn what "appropriate" meant. Braeburn thought and responded with a decent definition, but then realized he wasn't wanting a definition, he was wanting him to come up with an appropriate punishment. He then told Braeburn that Spencer might have been permanently emotionally damaged from the note and that the entire spectrum of consequences was available to him from doing nothing all the way to calling the police and sending him to jail for stealing.
(I shudder to think what the marijuana and gun folks get... oh wait, probably nothing happens to them... they're back in school the next day doing the same thing again....)
Anyway, Braeburn ended up with a day of morning detention and that was that. But at the end Mr. Miller finally said, "You know, Braeburn, that was pretty funny... I'm actually writing a book and you know what? I think you've made it into my book."
The End
