October 10, 2009

Walk Fast

By L. Jenkins
"Jenkins, gimme a bus pass," Benny ordered. I had just come up the hall from the Principal's office having dealt with another entitled student who felt that proper school decorum was self-assigned. "You can't suspend me. I'll show you, I make my own way, my own rules, I don't have to do what you say." The words spit with a sullen disrespect, just outside the principal's office, still stung my ears.  That meeting had not gone in my favor. I learned that the entitled are allowed many multiples of opportunities as long as they ascend the ladder of authority with embellished pleas. Their price, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again?" the words rolling off the tongue with practiced ease."Didn't you get your first check like everybody else," I asked. "I spent it; I ain't got a dime left." Benny answered. A cell phone buzzed. He pulled out a copper colored, touch screen, flip phone, popped it open and grinned at the message. Deftly playing the...(Read Full Article)