I know I told you about the kid who threatened to shoot the school, right?
Here we goes bois, full story.
So, my first period is Tariq, Jose, Taylor, Tim, Katie, Jennifer, Mike, me, and this kid, Tom, right?
My fourth and fifth period is the same class, just two periods long, and its Tariq, Jose, Taylor, Tim, Katie, Alex, Kolbe, Amir, me, and this kid, Tom.
Tom from the start was weird, he gave off these weird vibes. Some of the stuff he'd say, sometimes the way he'd talk, he'd make a "joke" and it'd get quit because nobody thought it was funny.
Both classes are foods type classes. First is Sanitation for the Food Service industry, the other is Food Service.
In this career, we use an acronym called FAT TOM, which is food, acidity, temperature, time, oxygen, and moisture. It describes the six conditions for bacteria growth.
Anyways, as we're talking about this, Taylor asks our teacher, Mrs. Sandstrom, what FAT TOM is.
Mrs. Sandstrom is an amazing teacher. She makes jokes, she laughs with us, she lends us money if we need it, gives us lunch, etc etc. She puts so much into us.
So, she replies, as a joke, "Taylor, don't be rude, don't call Tom fat." and laughed a little, cos we laughed.
He fake laughed and kept working.
As we learned it later in the same day, someone else asks her, and she replies the same little joke.
He slams his hand down to the table and says, "Are you going to make that stupid joke every single time?"
She let it fly, we got back to work.
Another thing he would do is get aggressive and angry over video games. A few of the kids like to play games, so we'll sit around while we make our lunches and talk about games. Kolbe likes League of Legends, which, unfortunately, Tom disliked a lot. He would get into Kolbe's face and bump into him and sometimes nudge him about how DOTA is a better game and blah blah, and how League is fucking horrible why does he like it. Kolbe would avoid talking about it, so talking in general, because it was his favorite game.
For our lunches, we have the option to bring a lunch premade, bring a lunch to make, or get a lunch from the teacher. (Once you enter the cafe, you aren't allowed to leave so since we still have class then we can't buy lunch.) We usually just get some ramen and chips from her, or little snacks she has.
Now, you know foods kids, always looking for something new, always making something new.
Kolbe brings up the idea of finding the perfect ramen. He spends three weeks, every day getting ramen and making it differently. More water, less water, less seasoning, more seasoning, stove vs microwave, etc etc. We all knew about it, even offered to help with our ramens so it was like a group experiment.
Tom, he didn't like that. He'd get into our faces and yell at us and nudge us about how we were making it wrong and how he's never seen so many people who don't know how to make ramen. (Trust me, we know. We all had to make a unique dish out of ramen, a different dish per person.) He would even take the pots of ramen from the stove and dump them into the garbage and get another ramen to "make it correctly" for us. I started to eat my lunch alone because I just didn't want to be around him.
So, one day we have a little lab we have to do. Just learning about how the microwave heats things. We microwaved some flour, and some wet flour. Now, Taylor and Tom and Amir are in a kitchen together, and my kitchen is next to them with Alex, and Tim, Jose and Kolbe are across, and Katie and Tariq next to Tim's group.
