I get all the way to the Union to buy some text books for our teachers when my student worker calls me. He said I needed to come back because Homeland Security was waiting for me in my office...
My first thought was WADIDO? The next was, I wonder who's in trouble. Even though I was pretty sure I hadn't screwed anything up bad enough to warrant a site visit from DHS, it was still the first thing that went through my mind and continued to bounce around. I think that is instilled in us as children. We hear our parents yell and we immediately think of all the things we have done wrong that we're about to get busted for.
I figured it was about a student that had fallen out of status and it was. It was actually someone I had previously turned away and wouldn't accept because he was already out of status, and had been in the country illegally for 4 months, and was trying to play immigration games. Homey don't play that.
And I was oh so very glad that I'm anal about keeping my files in order for just occasions because he looked at everything.
But wow, my brain just went back to being busted as a child
What's up with that?