I stood in the way of high school love...
Today my students were talking in class. They were laughing, and I
was annoyed because I was trying to teach them the Oddyssey, which is
NOT an easy read (and if I don't even like it that much as a college
graduate with an English degree, these 14 year olds must be straight
up hatin'). After a long period of consistent disruptions, I saw a
note being passed and, assuming it was something negative about either
my inability to teach effectively or my big ass, I immediately
assigned the three students who were so chatty a detention. And, so
as not to embarrass myself, I put the note in my podium and decided to
read it later.
After class and after the 3 disenchanted students (angry now at their
"unfair" detention assignment) had left, I picked up the note. Here's
what it said:
"Brittany,
Can I Be Your Lover and Boyfriend
Yes No
Corey
Write Back"
So, now I feel guilty for standing in the way of love. Poor little
kid was just trying to get a woman and make a name for hisself. And
the other kids were laughing at him.
HAHAHAHAHA...
And another funny story... I have a kid in my 6th period class who is
a self proclaimed "pimp": He comes to class each day insisting that's
he's "pimpin'" it (but, here's reality: those suits he sports every
day in school don't seem to be evidence to support his "pimpin"
argument). It's cute and all, but when he starts playin his "pimp
music" (ie, Christina Milan and Beyonce) all up in the middle of
class, it gets annoying. But, I digress. So, the other day Carlton
(that's what we'll call him) asks to go to the bathroom. I told him
yes, but was surprised to see no movement from him after that. So, a
few minutes pass and and he asks from his desk (at the back of class),
"Ms Furlong, ain't you supposed to be writing me a pass?" I say to
him, "Carlton, aren't you supposed to be walking up here to get it?"
His response was, "Ms Furlong, you can't talk to me like that--I'm a
PIMP." I, of course, being the ever-calm teacher that I am,
maintained my cool, but inside I was cracking my ass up.
Heehee...
Why don't I ever get any "yes or no" notes? Ehh... high school kids,
they grow on you.
Oh, yes, and in case any of you were wondering, I am working on
becoming 100% ghetto-fabulous. My students have promised to make me
cool by the end of the year, so that I'll stop saying things like,
"woo-hoo" and start saying things like, "off the chain."
