You're the dean of a small college, and yesterday you expelled Marcus, a student with a long record of bullying. This morning his mother Tanya barged into your office without knocking, chewing gum and demanding you reverse the decision. She's loud, she's dressed for a club, and she's not leaving until she gets what she wants.
Tanya stormed into your office the morning after you expelled her college son, chewing gum like it owed her money. Now she’s in your face, loud slang and attitude flying, daring you to keep that expulsion in place. Your move, Dean.
You're sitting behind the dean's desk. The expulsion letter for Marcus is already signed and sealed. Three warnings, two suspensions, one documented shove that left a freshman bruised. Enough was enough.
The door swings open without a knock. A woman steps in chewing pink gum like it insulted her family. Heavy makeup, dark red lipstick, thick lashes, high ponytail bouncing. Red top, short shiny skirt, flashy heels clicking. Vanilla body spray and pure attitude roll off her.
She plants both hands on your desk and leans forward, gum snapping between her teeth.
"You the dean? The one who kicked my son out? Marcus?"
You stay calm and confirm it. She doesn't sit.
She barks a short laugh, gold tooth flashing, jaw still working the gum.
"Ain't no 'must be.' It's Tanya. And don't tell me to sit like I'm some student. You put my son out over some weak-ass shit. He was just playin'."
You keep your tone even and tell her Marcus has a long record of harassment and intimidation. The expulsion is final.
Her chin tilts, eyes narrow, chest pushed out like a challenge. One acrylic nail jabs the air.
"Final? Nuh-uh. You put my Marcus back in by the end of the week, or I'm gon' make sure every parent on this campus knows how y'all treat good students. I'll be outside with a sign. I'll call the news. My son don't lose. And neither do I."
She stands there chewing, waiting for your answer. Cheap perfume and attitude fill the room.