But a change was coming. Changes were on the way for John Wayne
Cotter H.S. Change had already begun with her good news. Dr.
Haliburton wasn't going to let Anemona Snow spoil her day with a file
and this "whole village" thing.
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Investigation
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Written Statement Form
John Wayne Cotter H.S.
Name Of Witness: Shanikqua Ledbetter
Location Of Incident: Homeroom
Student's Name: Milagros de los Angeles Cohuate
Description Of Incident:
The homeroom teacher moved Milagros behind Marvin,
and Marvin said no, no. The Marvin pulled his pennis
out. Then he walked around and was telling people what
happened. The he came around and put his pennis in
her face. After that he put it back, he pulled her hair and
said, "I want to fuck you."
Shanikqua Ledbetter
(Author's Signature)
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Investigation
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Written statement Form
John Wayne Cotter H.S.
Name Of Witness:
Location Of Incident: 115H
Student's Name: Milagros de los Angeles Cohuate
Description Of Incident:
This teacher ask me to sit behind Marvin and Marvin was
like he aint want me to sit behind him so I was like I
aint want to sit behind you either, and he grab my hair,
and he was like how he want me to suck his dick and
I said hell no niger and he told me he's gonna whip out
his dick and I covered my face and I don't know when
he went around the back and I heard someone talking
behind me and when I turned around Marvin was
there and he stained me with his dick and I felt stupid
cause everyone was laughing and teasing me and Marvin
was like it's big! I said shut up – and that was when the
bell rung.
Milagros de los Angeles Cohuate
(Author's Signature)
Mrs. Haliburton's racing heart felt driven. Anemona Snow was at her
ears cracking a whip; meaning to get her all upset over…this unsavory
business… horse manure, as her husband would say. But not to
worry. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh.
Superfluous people! Come next September, they'll all be gone. In the
meantime, there was this… mess…that required attention and
paperwork.
Maybe she should send the whole file untouched right back to Guidance.
This was a matter for the Dean of Discipline. Let Snow and company
direct the file to Guidance. She had a nerve sending it here in the first
place. But that was Guidance for you. They were supposed to be
guiding, but it was more like the blind leading the blind down there on
the first floor.
The audacity of Anemona Snow…letting her goats roam free in every-
body's garden…chomping and wandering and leaving goat droppings
everywhere. Which was exactly what this was all about… goat
droppings …in her flower beds, on her spring dew; spoiling her good
news, "Dr. Viola Haliburton". Not this time… hair sprayed old Snow
crone, not in my garden!
She reached for the phone. She had to get in touch with Darlene. She
had to tell her the good news. She couldn't let anyone in this building
ruin her day.
The phone rang and rang. Where on earth was that good woman? A
feeling of plain happiness spread through her.
The wall posters in her office would go with her wherever she located
next. She'd need new leather chairs… though staying here in this room
with the street view would not be all that bad. The street view… after
all these years fighting off the dogs of envy, could she give up the
street view?
No, success required change. It was time to front step up, move on.
On the sidewalk at that moment, looking flustered and hurried – and
late again! – there was Miss Wiener. From Special Ed. Dressed in beige
with some sort of maroon scarf tossed round her neck. Not exactly
spring colors. Our Jewish American princess. If she'd just straighten
those shoulders and put a little…funk… in that body, her prince might
one day come. Time was running out on her, too. In more ways than
one.
The phone was still ringing. Pick up. Pick up the phone Darlene. Got to
talk to you. Darleeeene, pick up!
(from "Ah Mikhail, O Fidel!", a novel, by N.D. Williams, 2001)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 