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 beginningand fall in love with its characters, just as I have.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
You'd think I would have learned by now...
"It is EXTREMELY long and hard."
I was talking about an extra-credit worksheet. My 14-year-old boys didn't take it that way. The rest of the lesson? Didn't happen, due to the hysteria.
meanwhile.... i ran into some nugget axo's, freshman style, last night and they were talking about spring break plans to kimbo. one of them was like "i wonder if mary lynn is having people at her house..." suddenly, the memories of our freshman year-alcohol-free-180 girl-wildness spring break flooded my mind. seriously, i am so emotional nonstop that any memory of the glory days nearly brings me to tears.
one of the many memories that trip--- the drunk kid who hit you with no insurance. DUH.
i just laughed aloud at work. OMG. HILARIOUS.
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i ran into some nugget axo's, freshman style, last night and they were talking about spring break plans to kimbo. one of them was like "i wonder if mary lynn is having people at her house..." suddenly, the memories of our freshman year-alcohol-free-180 girl-wildness spring break flooded my mind. seriously, i am so emotional nonstop that any memory of the glory days nearly brings me to tears.
one of the many memories that trip--- the drunk kid who hit you with no insurance. DUH.
HAHAHAHA!
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L: "k, i've been in many situations like this before. whatever you do, DO NOT get out of the car."
K gets out, slams the car door, and marches over to the mexicans huddled around her bumper, spit-shining the scratches
Oh i cry thinking about the glory days too. I ran into the neighbras two weekends ago and nearly started SOBBING at skybar.
I almost spit my coke all over the computer screen. awesome. AWESOME. bahahaha.
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