Here is your alternate "Happy Halloween" post.
Tre'vonne's seat is right in front of my favorite place to stand in the classroom, so he is privy to some of my muttered rants and quiet musings. Sometimes, I say really strange things in the middle of a lesson just to see if anyone is listening. Usually, only Tre'vonne is. I know this because he'll catch my eye for a split second, smile faintly, then shake his head.
Likewise, I get to hear Tre'vonne when he talks to himself. He'll comment on the idiocy of a classmate or the quirks of his teacher. At certain points, we engage in these "private" conversations that really wouldn't be private at all outside of my classroom. What I mean is this: even though there are usually no less than 25 pairs of roaming eyes within my walls, the chaos of the classroom shrouds us in a weird sort of isolation sometimes. Am I making any sense? I've often thought that if I picked the right moment during the block, I could change clothes at the front of the classroom without anyone noticing. There's just that much going on in the room.
Anyways.
Today after lunch I was muttering something along the lines of "What in the world kind of place is this? Are we in some sort of parallel universe where this is normal activity for a school? What are these kids ON? They're acting like..."
As I struggled to find an appropriate simile, Tre'vonne (without looking at me) finished my sentence.
"Children of the corn." He looked around the room and shook his head. "I mean I know it be Halloween and errthang but DAMN."
I know what you're thinking. That doesn't look like her group of boys at all! You're right. My boys wouldn't be caught DEAD in those button-downs. Unless they were Polo, of course.
Hey, is that Preston in the front in the brown jacket?! And Louis in the overalls?!
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