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.

Monday, March 29, 2010

It could always be worse.

Mr. K got punched by a student today.

Like literally hit in the chest. If Mr. K weren't a massive ex-prison guard, and if the kid wasn't one of my skinniest, crying-est boys, it would be scary. But he is. And he is. So really, it's just kind of funny in a twisted way. Ohh, the things I've seen!

I guess if Mr. K presses charges, it will be our fifth reported "violent incident," and we will get audited. Gee, wouldn't that be a shame?

Gee is also a very white-person thing to say.
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  1. Mr. KApril 15, 2010 at 4:56 PM

    Believe it or not, he hit me in the face/head 3 times... I did hear a rumor though that the wording of the incident report was changed to make it not sound as serious...

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