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STORY TIME. I know you're all excited.

I have this student - we'll call him Bobby. Bobby has this stupid, long emo hair that is naturally my color blonde, and he came in one day with it dyed jet black. I wanted to cut it all off, because I couldn't understand how he could play viola with half his hair in his face. Bobby has been being an ass lately. I called his mom last Friday to let her know that his behavior was worse than it ever had been. (Bobby has never been the model student.) His mom said, "Well, maybe he needs a haircut."

Then, this Wednesday, Dean Angeles came in to work with that class on their music for festival, which is in a week and a half. Bobby made a very crude gay sex joke, and within 5 minutes of class, Dean had said, "Get him out. I don't want to work with him." I escorted Bobby into the hallway, gave him a packet, and told him to go sit in the band room and complete the packet. Bobby said something along the lines of, "That old fart had no reason ... " I think he even said "bullshit" at one point, but I can't be sure.

I called Bobby's mom to tell her about what had happened that day, and she was very upset, as was I. She said that she would talk to him, and I told her that if his behavior didn't improve, it would escalate into a detention and a counselor's referral.

Bobby was in class on Thursday, and he did fine. He got a good grade on his playing test.

He came into class today whining about "Can I wear my hood during class?" I said, "No, you have to put it down."

His head was completely shaved.