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.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

real tawlk.

4:00 p.m. found me at my duty post in the breezeway watching kids stampede to the buses. Ever the multi-tasker, I was supervising and finishing up my piece of cake from our staff meeting. I had about four bites left. Before I could sink my fork into it, a boy snatched it off my plate and popped the whole thing in his mouth as he passed by.

I'm not making this up.

"Are you SERIOUS!?!?" I ran after him, took the icing/cake-smeared plate and smashed it in his face.

This type of gut reaction tells me one of two things:

1. I probably do not need to be teaching middle school boys.
or
2. I was probably made to teach middle school boys.
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3 comments:

  1. Lindsey SmithFebruary 25, 2011 at 7:26 AM

    i am loving the frequency of the posts. i LOVE reading these.

    my vote is with 2. you should have said, "you want some more where that came from?!" when you got done too.

    and then wopped on his a** (family friendly censoring).

    ps- i have learned the wop. its awesome.

    pps- did you know wop is a derogatory word for an italian?! i was pissed.

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  2. AnnFebruary 25, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    Linz. I don't know the "wop." i'm going to have to address this to my kids on Monday. I can't believe they are letting me get behind the times!!

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    Something I've known about Ms. M for a long time--you don't take her food.

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