Nope. They're Drama Mamas.

Field day went mostly without a hitch, that is, until after.

Did I tell you about the factions of girls I have in my last period? Many of them used to be bffs and now they all want to kill each other? They've gotten in several fights in the last couple of weeks.

On Friday, after field day, one of them was walking home with her mom. The mom saw the girls and said something to them about how they better not touch her daughter, how they better leave her alone.

So they jumped her.

No, I am not shitting you.

Cops were all over the place and the mom apparently had to go to the hospital, and was all scratched up. The student was a little beat up too, but not as bad as the mom.

So, they got 9 days of out of school suspension, but got to come to school today to work on their state testing. The girl, when she walked from class to class, had the other acting principal escort her like a body guard so she wouldn't get hurt.
She didn't. But, while at school, they learned that she has been hanging out with a new friend, a black girl I'll call Shaniqua.

The bell rings, and as I'm walking down the hall to get my tests, and I see this angry, angry black woman screaming, arms flailing in the air, looking for those kids-- they better not lay a finger on her, they better not lay a finger on me, where is my daughter? Where are those girls? She is screaming like a banshee, and another woman is walking behind her. There are streams of kids pouring out of classrooms, totally unfazed.

Another teacher tries to calm her down, and I run into the closest teacher's room to have her call the front office. A couple minutes later, I see her in the front of the school, still screaming, as our principal tries to calm her down.

Then, I see Shaniqua. "Shaniqua-- you okay? Your mom looked like she was about ready to pop somebody!"

Shaniqua laughs.

"I'm fine and yeah, she was. She's worried that those girls that jumped A's mom were going to jump us too."


Sweet Christ.