I was teaching an elementary class--6th grade, I think. It was a challenging group. One young fellow was an enormous problem for me. He was heavy into sports cards but not school. He was being raised by a grandmother who was trying her best (but failing) to get through to him.
The competition with the sports cards along with the distractions became so severe that I asked the Principal to intervene. She came along with a contract for my kids to sign. The contract basically said that no sports cards were to come to school, but if they did, they would be confiscated, to be redeemed later by parents. Pretty normal, yes? But it didn't slow down that one student. I was still dealing with the whole sports card thing in class.
One day, the one particular trading card he was showing off got confiscated by the Principal. She put it in her desk, or so she said. At the end of the year, he was seeking to get it back, but it was nowhere to be found. He threw an absolute fit! I think he believed that the card was going to bring him mega-bucks, but it was never to be found again, and because the Principal had a contract signed by him about not to bring that crap to school, he didn't have a leg to stand on.
That kid went on to a life of crime. The last time I heard anything at all about him, he and a girlfriend were running a prostitution scheme in Florida. He killed a "john" who was getting rough with the girlfriend. He went to prison for murder. Yikes!
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