.Un Connard Paresseux.

. My boss Jesse, a real motivator of men, had enough of one of our academic teachers who always seemed to have a reason on why he couldn’t do what our Principal requested. This time it was the teacher not giving the Test of Adult Basic Education to those inmates needing a GED. I found it funny that this teacher always seemed to have time to play solitaire on a computer during our preparation hour and then enjoyed a rather extended lunch. So I was surprised when Jesse asked me to lay in my class and give the TABE test. I questioned Jesse on his motives and he winked. He knew I would understand, and I immediately thanked him for giving me the opportunity to do so. This was going to be fun and I expected to get some flack from the teacher whose responsibility this was.

. At our weekly staff meeting Jesse announced I would be giving the TABE test. The teacher turned bright red and said something like ” I hope he knows what he’s doing.” I informed him I had no clue. I just wanted to contribute most positively to our schools efforts in testing inmates needing GED’s and to be placed in the appropriate class. Besides, I thought out load, “it couldn’t be any harder than playing solitaire on our schools computer.” He wasn’t happy with that response, and I believed it pissed him off. He was still bright red, looked at me once, and mumbled something looking at the floor. The other teachers just smiled. He could be a handful when he wasn’t getting his way. True to form, he stormed out of the room when our meeting was over. Jesse smiled at me and said, “thank you.” He didn’t have to say anything else.

. The following day I had laid in my class and prepared the locator tests for the prisoners who would be taking them. It was what I had expected. Prisoners telling me they weren’t going to school and refusing to test. One with tattoo’s on his neck, that informed everyone he was the killer of 13, tore his test up and left. I set up my room for 25 testing stations. That was ambitious on my part. When the testing finally started I was glad to have 18 students. I was surprised to see the teacher whose responsibility this was circle outside my classroom. I smiled at him and waved. I’m sure he witnessed the chaos. At the end of the testing session the Principal called me to his office. He informed me that I wouldn’t be giving the TABE test anymore. The teacher whose responsibility this was had provided the Principal with a schedule of when he and the other academic teacher would be TABE testing. My services were no longer needed.

. I could only laugh. “Boy, I thought I was doing pretty good, ” I said to our Principal. He smiled. I informed him I only had to write six tickets on prisoners refusing a direct order to take the test. He again smiled, and informed me he was happy I stepped up, but that I would probably here how bad I was at this process by you know who. I again laughed and let our principal know I felt I just needed to work on my delivery. Jesse again smiled and said, ” I think you have been working on your delivery for sometime. It was very effective with that lazy one.” I thanked him again for giving me the opportunity, and I let him know I would be here for back up. He shook his head. I knew I would bump heads with the lazy one again. It was inevitable. When motivated I could become a Pitbull. That lazy one provided me many opportunities to become one. ..Prison Stories To Be Continued..