[Circus] Ring Around the Rosie

We are reviewing for our Chemistry final. I'm talking about the periodic table (again, is this real life?). "Groups are columns. They go up and down. So what are periods...Rosamuel?"

I chose Rosamuel because he was turned (aka "turnt"-- check out Soulja Boy's latest lyrical masterpiece) around in his chair, leaning alll the way back with the front two legs off the ground, laughing at God knows what. When I called on him, he slammed his chair down and whipped around, startled.

".....umm...ain't that when you bleed?" he asked with a goofy grin, eyebrows raised all the way to his hairline.

Sigh.

This kid makes me wonder. The other day, Jaelynn called for help as I was searching for my dry erase marker. "Ms. M! Ms. M! Can you tell Rosamuel to get off me?" I looked up to see Rosamuel's chair scooted all the way up to Jaelynn's, where he was smothering the poor, quiet little boy against his chest. "ROSIE!! What are you DOING!?!" I asked. This was the first time I had ever even seen him acknowledge Jaelynn, much less appear to be so...friendly with him.

Rosie was smiling, eyes closed, inhaling deeply. "He smell like soap." That simple. Like that cleared up everything.

"What are you going to do when you grow up?" I asked him one day at lunch. "A architect," he said. "Unless this whole education thing don't work out for me. Then I gotta backup plan."

"Which would be...?"

"Can't tell you, Ms. M. It's dirty. But Imma tell you anyways, jus don't get mad. Imma be a porn star."