Cameron

Cameron is a mess.

A big, hot mess.

He is soo needy. He has to have my complete attention 100% of the time or he gets moody. He's like that with all teachers; I don't think he gets enough adult attention at home or something.

At the beginning of the school year, I had to pull Cameron aside and have a conversation with him about being appropriate. He liked to call me "sweetie," "baby," etc. and announce to the class what we had done the previous evening or how he had picked out the outfit I had on that day. He thinks he's smooth, but I've yet to see him with any girls on the 500 hall.

Today after school I was grading papers in my room. Cameron flung open the door and was at my desk in a matter of about 2.5 seconds. "Cameron. You're in my female-only zone," I said, holding up my palm and nodding toward the taped-off borders around my workspace. Cameron rolled his eyes and continued to approach me. "You have no conception of personal space. None at all. You're like a shadow, only worse because you talk!"

Cameron began to thumb through the papers on my desk and pick up all of my personal items. "QUIT BEING NOSY! Go back to tutoring. I've already put in my time with you today."

Cameron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ughhh. Go away." He picked up my scarf and wrapped it around his face.

"Ms. M dis smell good. You always be smellin' good when you first come in. You smell like the mall or sumthin." He fixed the scarf around his neck and began strutting around the classroom teaching the empty classroom in his best Ms. M voice.

"Oh my goodness. Put my scarf down. You are not funny." I said with an ill-disguised laugh. He was now studying my scissors.

"Ms. M can I have a lock of your hair?"

"Whaaatt??? What in the world do you need my hair for?"

"Now see you be axin' too many questions."

"CAMERON THAT IS THE WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD. YOU ARE REALLY STARTING TO FREAK ME OUT AND I NEED YOU TO LEAVE NOW."

Cameron threw my scarf down and huffed toward the door. "Ugh Ms. M. You always be ruinin' things. See here I come tryna be nice to you and develop dat teacher-student relationship. You know where I be feelin' safe to come to you and axe questions and get help with science and axe you on dates!!"

"Ask me on dates?"

"Whoa Ms. M see now I didn't say that, you did. But we can talk about workin' sumthin' out if you want. What's that burnin' smell in here?"

"It's a student that crossed me one too many times. Got on my nerves, so I used him as a lab experiment."

"Ms. M you LITTLE. You can't even lift these lab tables. How you gon' get one of yo students into a beaker??"

"Now see, YOU'RE asking too many questions! Get out of here or you're next!!"

I heard his laughter fading all the way down the hall.