BALLIN OUT

EOG results are back. We'll talk later. My brain is fried right now, but I wanted to write this down before I forgot.

Today during reloop/review, Khalil seemed to be working on his practice questions a little too intensely. I know Khalil, and I know his focus is never that keen on schoolwork. When I stepped closer, I saw that he was writing a rap. It went something a long the lines of:

"When we hit tha mall we ball out (ball out) x4

Swagg stupid fly, yall

everyday I'm high, yall

Money flyin' everywhere, spend it on tha clothes I wear

AE and HCo from my head to my toe

Gotta get my money right 'fore I spend it on them hoes..."

LAME.

Hollister and American Eagle? You have "stupid money" and you take it to HOLLISTER? Kewl. You are SUCH a baller. All-American gangsta.

I rolled my eyes and said something of that sort while Khalil looked over my shoulder. "You ain't think that's straight? It's harder than it looks to write raps."

"Really?" I took the pen and notebook to my desk while he smirked. Five minutes later, I was back with this:

The name's Ms. M, y'all; you know what it is.

Ask you 'do you know Miz?' you say 'from that show biz!'

Hustlin' in the classroom, stompin' in them boots--

Haters try to clown by they know it's kinda cute.

All day southern swag, reppin' in my pearls

Gotta watch your step round them bonafide country girls.

All boys, all day, but I hold it down

Queen of the 8th grade; see me in my crown.

Still don't think I'm real? Well you've just been had.

If you need the proof in ink, go and ask your dad.

"AWWW Ms. M forreal, y'all! I gotta give you props for that M, you killed dat! Ms. M a beast, real rap."

If only my rapping skillz could get me anywhere in the real world...Still taking suggestions for jobs next year...anyone?

Bueller?

Bueller?