Who Comes Up With These Things?

I drove to work today. I had a mentoring meeting on the other side of town fifteen minutes after school got out. Who comes up with these things? Well, I finally got all the kids out the door and was about to leave when I saw DaSean standing in the hallway.
“What do you want me to do, Mr. Moore?”
Whoa! I totally forgot that he’d asked to come by after school about a week ago. Normally, the kids don’t show up. Well, what kind of mentor would I be if I turned down a kid who wanted to learn? I gave him some assignments to make up and helped him through them. Then, I found a new way to get home from school. I’ve missed yet another meeting.
Rodney was surprisingly quiet, polite, and well-behaved in class today. LJ got suspended for doing something. It must have been bad because the principal asked me to give him some work. I guess he’s going to be out for a while.
Someone wrote a gang name in large letters across the front of the bathroom stalls. I think it might have been Malcolm. I know he’s part of that group. He was late to class today because he’d been in the head principal’s office. Suddenly, in the middle of class, he yelled out, “Fuck her!” (Her being the head principal). I took him outside to have a talk. He agreed to come back to class and get to work but I told him that he needed to calm down first. I sent him to the bathroom and told him to take his time. He came back to class and gave me no trouble for the rest of the day. Now I’m wondering if he did the graffiti when I sent him to the bathroom.