Hello friends, family, and strangers (I flatter myself)! I am a recently-graduated girl finding my way in the "real world" (apparently, I've been floating around the fake world for the past two decades). Many of my friends' "real world"s consist of cubicles, nine-to-fives, marriage, babies, and other such grown-up things. My real world looks a little different. Yes, I still get up and go to work every morning, same as they do. But instead of battling fax machines, computer programs, disgruntled spouses and dirty diapers, I arm myself against a legion of 14-year-old boys. Well, 83 of them to be exact. You see, I teach 8th-grade boys' Science in an inner-city, high-poverty school. What it is not: glamorous, prestigious, boring. What it is: humorous, heartbreaking, and the most challenging thing I will ever do.

The stories I tell and the people I describe are real; you can't make this stuff up. If you are new to my blog, I hope you'll start at the beginning and fall in love with its characters, just as I have.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

At least he's self-confident.

Da'Juan (the most inappropriate 14-year-old on earth--yes, the one who called me "kinky" on the first day of school) left a wallet-sized football photo of himself on my desk. I found it there after school and flipped it over.

"To: K. M.
From: Da'Juan Bell
This is dedicated 2 you because I am your favorite student and your my favorite teacher."

I wrote him up in class yesterday after he strolled in 20 minutes late, jumped up on a table and started humping the air. Glad there's no hard feelings.
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