Stealing Justin Bieber's Sweatshirt

I'm responsible. Exactly. So I'm like, this kid could be fucking dead. And so I'm having a panic attack. And not only that, but one of the chaperones that I brought with me was my boss, who was in charge of the entire English department. Yeah.. And I'm like, my boss is watching me like lose a kid and lose my mind. This kid could be fucking dead in an alley somewhere. And so I was losing my shit. I like, I was calling this kid nonstop and I just went into like a different like mindset where I'm like, I need to track down this kid if it's his fucking dead body or what. Like, I don't care. I need to like, I'm going to get my arm back or something, right? I don't care what his eyeball, fingerprints, something. Exactly. I need something. Eventually he picks up the phone and he's like super groggy sounding. I'm like, hey man, where the fuck are you? He's like, oh, I'm— I'm— I just— I guess I slept in. I'm like, that's bullshit because I'm with your 3 fucking roommates. We're in the lobby right now. Like, what are you talking about? And eventually, like, it's funny that this was at a journalism convention because I was doing like detective work of like trying to put the pieces together. But I eventually found him. He took a cab to a different hotel to meet up with some girls that he met at the journalism convention. And so like, I eventually, like, I take a cab there. He like eventually tells me where he is. I meet up with him and I'm like, I'm sitting down with him. I'm like, it looks like I'm happy to see you, but it's only because you're alive. Like, other than that, I'm like at the end of my fucking rope, right? Like, I'm just going to— I told the story a couple of weeks ago about how mad I was in like to a classroom, but this was like the most directed anger at like a single student I've ever had in my life. I'm like, I'm going to strangle you. I'm like, you're going home immediately. Like, I'm sending one of the chaperones home with you right now. I'm going to book a flight. You can't fucking trust you to stay here for another night. Like, are you out of your goddamn mind? I heard stories later. It's like, yeah, you know, he hooked up with both girls that were in, in the room. Like, other students were telling me this. I'm like, listen, man, good, good for him. If it's— if it felt like— like he pulled off something great. If I were 16 and I could hook up with, with two other girls in another high school, like, good for him. But I also still want to murder him. But like, The repercussions were he had to fly home immediately. I kicked him out of my class. Wow. Like, he could not be in newspaper. I'm like, I'm not going to fucking deal with this kid. Like, look at him every day, like third period, like, oh, you know, what story ideas do you have today? I'm like, get him the fuck out of my class. I never want to look at him again. And, and so, yeah, that's the kid. Like, I actually did see him one more time. He— I was on like a lunch break a couple of years later and he was like delivering the food with like a bunch of other teachers. And he comes up and puts all the food down. He's like, oh, hey, Jeff.