Freedom Writers Page #2
Jamal?
So, now you're in my face now, right?
Sit your punk ass down!
Sit your punk ass down, homeboy!
I will run that ass off the field.
Shut your ass up. What's up, homey?
I mean, what's up?
Sit your ass down, homey!
Excuse me,
may I please get some help in here?
So do something! Back up!
You touching me now?
Sit down, homeboy. Back up,
I'm not gonna tell you again.
You gonna look at my face now, right?
You ain't taking nothing
from me, homeboy!
I will run your ass off the field!
Boy, sit your ass back down.
I'm gonna see you.
Tell him. Sit his ass down.
Sit your ass down.
Thank you. Let him out of here, man.
That's some bullshit.
Erin?
Erin, this is Brian Gelford.
and the Distinguished Honors Classes.
- Hi. Erin Gruwell. Nice to meet you.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- You saw a little action today, I hear.
- Yeah. It happened so fast.
Well, don't be discouraged.
You put your time in, in a few years,
you'll be able to teach juniors.
They're a pleasure.
By then, most of your kids
will be gone anyway.
- What do you mean?
- Well, eventually, they just stop coming.
Well, if I do my job,
they might be lining up at the door.
- Right?
- Yeah.
- Nice pearls.
- Thank you.
If it was up to me,
I wouldn't even be in school.
My probation officer threatened me,
telling me it was either school
or boot camp.
Dumbass.
He thinks that the problems
going on in Long Beach
aren't going to touch me at Wilson.
My PO doesn't understand
that schools are like the city,
and the city is just like a prison,
all of them divided into
separate sections, depending on tribes.
There's Little Cambodia.
The Ghetto.
Wonder Bread Land.
And us,
South of the Border or Little Tijuana.
That's just the way it is,
But soon enough, you have little
wannabes trying to hit you up at school,
demanding respect they haven't earned.
It looks like this, one tribe drifting
quietly to another's territory
without respect,
as if to claim what isn't theirs.
would never see it, but we could feel it.
Something was coming.
Settle down.
Let's go over the first name
on the list, Homer.
Homer's The Odyssey.
I know Homer the Simpson.
No, this Homer was an ancient Greek,
but maybe he was bald
just like Homer Simpson.
Okay.
What's up?
Quietly, please.
Mrs. Gruwell,
he just took my damn bag!
Shut up!
Ain't nobody touched your damn bag.
Yeah, I saw you.
Jamal. Jamal. Get her backpack.
I didn't do nothing anyway!
- Jamal. Jamal.
- Okay.
Wait! Wait! Please, stay in your seats!
Wait! Stay in your seats! Please!
Slanty-eyed b*tch!
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