The principal of the large public school where my daughter attends called me. A parent never likes to get a call from their kid’s authority figures. My daughter has never been in trouble in her entire school history. In Fact, her biggest desire is to teach school herself someday. So the call was a mystery to my simple mind, he started the awkward conversation with an odd statement, “Well, pastor I hope you have a good sense of humor!” I responded to his odd ice-breaker with “what!” I’m quick-witted! He repeated the statement, “You know all the jokes about preacher kids be trouble-makers; I hope you have a good sense of humor!” I answered that, “I will decide on my state of humor after I hear the story!”
What had happened was that police-dogs had been brought to the high school to search cars and lockers for drugs and weapons. My daughter had started driving to school in January and I had purchased a little high –mileage car for her to travel the short distance to her high school. We owned the car about four months but it must have a history.
The grade principal had come to my daughter’s class and told her to pack her school bags and come with him. This type of visit was sign at that high school that you are in big trouble. The principal turned her over to the school police liaison officer. She was questioned on her drug usage. She was met by other police officers with dogs. Three in total and they searched her tiny dodge.
Under the pressure of the interrogation and search my daughter’s blue eyes filled with tears and she lost compete control of her tender emotions. The principal and liaison officer helplessly tried to the console their young student. Their mission to clean their school of drugs was over. They were now on a hopeless mission of trying to comfort a beautiful innocence young gal. The search of the car and daughter did not produce any thing. By the end of the principal’s story, I felt sorry for the principal and the police officers.
After the search and my daughter’s emotional melt-down they needed to call and tell her parent what had happened. The phone call helped them to discover the accidentally accused girl was a preacher’s kid. Causing the before mentioned awkward conversation.
As I reflect on the traumatizing moment in my daughter’s life, I am grateful for her painful education. Her car must have some trance drug smells from a previous owner. The dogs had done their job. The police officers had thought they had discovered the source of drugs at that school. However, a few questions, a search and lots of tears lately revealed a much different story.
As a teacher she will need to apply the truth of this story. The truth is most often a lot different then what is easily seen. Students and circumstances can not be judged by what you see on the surface. So call off the dogs and look deeper!