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.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Breakfast of Champions

"Ms. M! CAN I BORROW YOUR PHONE??" Jeffrey asks me as soon as he walks in the door Thursday morning.

"Um. Why?"

"BECAUSE I LEFT THE OVEN ON 425 WHEN I LEFT THE HOUSE AND LOCKED THE DOOR BEHIND ME!!"

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah go get my phone from the top drawer of my desk."

Jeffrey returns to the door a few minutes later, phone in tow. "No answer," he said with a shrug.

"Well I hope you don't return to a pile of ashes this afternoon. Just what exactly were you cooking in a 425 degree oven at seven in the morning?"

"Fish sticks."

Duh.
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