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.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

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"What is you WEARIN' Ms. M!?!"

"I'm wearing today's dress code for teachers: 'college t-shirt and khaki pants.' Only the one pair of khaki pants I own are these and I look like a boy."

"Yeah....dey too BIG. Dey black people pants. You finna sag."

I had to agree. I looked ridiculous. I also happened to wear my hair wavy, which incited several unsolicited comments on my appearance.

James: "You havin' like tha worst hair day EVER. Like what is yo hair DOIN'?"

"That's impolite, James," I told him.

"I jus' tell the truth all tha time. Better than lyin' to ya an' tellin' you you look good then you walk out'tha house lookin' a mess like you do right now!"

But later, Stephon: "Ms. M, you look pretty today."

"Thanks?" I said, gesturing to my masculine threads.

"Naww I mean your hair."

"She looks pretty EVERY day, Stephon," Brent chimed in. "Why you actin' like today any different?"

Silly boys. Wish they paid as much attention to my lessons as they do my choice of clothing/hairstyles.

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