truckinslave
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When my eldest daughter was in, I think, the 8th grade (so, probably, 1999), she informed me, very excitedly, that there was going to be a drug bust at school the next day. She told me all about it: the seller, the narc (buyer), the type and amount of drug to be bought/sold, the administration involvement, etc etc. She thought this was the most exciting thing ever. One of the kids had agreed to steal two cigarettes from his older brother and sell to some other kid. Not joints. Cigarettes. Marlboros... I lovethat school. I transferred her to our local public high school at the start of her junior year, primarily because of the availability of AP math and science classes. She got a ... 22?... on her ACT, is now a wife and mother and grad student. Married another former jumper, btw. My grandkids could actually be fourth generation 82nd Airborne. My other daughter is now in that same little school, being taught mostly by the same faculty, and is in my opinion as safe as her sister was. There are still some parents and two teachers who took my pistol class for their CCW; I know well the man who teaches most of the classes now. His son is in my daughters' class. I love that little school.
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