{"id":5457,"date":"2019-05-19T18:04:14","date_gmt":"2019-05-20T00:04:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=5457"},"modified":"2019-05-19T18:04:15","modified_gmt":"2019-05-20T00:04:15","slug":"security-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2019\/05\/19\/security-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Security"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I came out onto the patio, Miss Izzy was playing with some young girls, much to the glee of the fair and industrious Trudy who had her on a short leash. Nearby, two boys were at a small table horsing around. They were standing in the chairs, and one was shouting to a homeless man standing in the median of the street just beyond the wall ran along the edge of the patio. (Where were this kid&rsquo;s parents? For heaven&rsquo;s sake, accosting a homeless person!?)&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I had just ordered our catfish tacos, and was coming out onto the patio to meet Trudy. (It was Friday afternoon, and we had converged at this spot as a kind of midpoint.) I still had my school ID hanging from a lanyard about my neck. I wore a collared shirt and dress pants and black shoes. As I approached, the boys ceased their horsing around and sat flat in their chairs.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Are you with security?&rdquo; one of them asked.<\/p>\n<p>I chuckled to myself. Trudy laughed.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Well, is there something you boys are up to that security should know about?&rdquo; I asked in my best teacher voice.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; the same boy said as the other sat still.<\/p>\n<p>Do I really radiate an aura of a security guard!? Perhaps this explains why on the whole my students are well behaved &mdash; and here I thought it had something to do with classroom culture!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I came out onto the patio, Miss Izzy was playing with some young girls, much to the glee of the fair and industrious Trudy who had her on a short leash. Nearby, two boys were at a small table horsing around. They were standing in the chairs, and one was shouting to a homeless [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5457"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5457"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5457\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5459,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5457\/revisions\/5459"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5457"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5457"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5457"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}