Ismael update
Ismael, the kid who I know was thinking about knifing the bitch (me) when I told him what to do yesterday, NOT ONLY kept his promise to me, but he DID HOMEWORK and completed typing today and did ok. (Not great, but it's the first essay the boy's ever really written in his life.) The little boy pride that erupted across his battered gangsta face - just for a fleeting second, but I caught it - was cool.
I had to write goals and objectives today for Flanders (what the kids call the Assistant Principal, and it's very appropriate). What a putz. He'll try to correct them and shit, but what the hell does he know about teaching? He could never handle my classroom. There would be Flanders Stew in room 26.
The kid who is like nails on a chalkboard to me today said (when I was speaking with the girl we call "Simone" because she always says, "Si, mon!"), "Miss [that's what they all call me when they don't call me 'Teacher''], you really know a lot of Spanish." "What's that supposed to mean? Is that some sort of racist comment? Because I'm a white girl you think I can't hablar?"
Being a teacher: Not making enough money to support a family.
Classroom supplies: $200 tax-deductible per year; the average teacher drops way more than a grand each year.
Making a pain-in-the-ass kid think twice because you nailed his racist prejudiced ass: priceless.
Hehe. Do I really think he's racist? Nah. I just think he has a small mind that needs to be expanded. Making him uncomfortable is just the way to do that. We tried comfortable and he tried to keep asking me out. Ew. Nasty. Ick.
Anyway, Simone speaks the coolest Spanish of anybody - bar none - that I know. She throws in this really ultra-hip slang and talks with a funky, spunky, sassy rhythm, and her accent just flows. She uses language - both languages really, but Spanish somewhat better because of the sass factor - in this creative, fun way. I said I'm making MP3 recordings of her talking about any old thing just so I can learn to start talking like her.
I thought my arm hurt from playing racquetball on Saturday, but I think it's because the wind is so strong that it takes super-strength to pull the doors shut. The office door almost got me today - it seriously was pulling me back outside and I couldn't close it. But I won because, well because I'm that stubborn bitch Ms. B that might get knifed someday but it'll be for a damn good reason.
I had to write goals and objectives today for Flanders (what the kids call the Assistant Principal, and it's very appropriate). What a putz. He'll try to correct them and shit, but what the hell does he know about teaching? He could never handle my classroom. There would be Flanders Stew in room 26.
The kid who is like nails on a chalkboard to me today said (when I was speaking with the girl we call "Simone" because she always says, "Si, mon!"), "Miss [that's what they all call me when they don't call me 'Teacher''], you really know a lot of Spanish." "What's that supposed to mean? Is that some sort of racist comment? Because I'm a white girl you think I can't hablar?"
Being a teacher: Not making enough money to support a family.
Classroom supplies: $200 tax-deductible per year; the average teacher drops way more than a grand each year.
Making a pain-in-the-ass kid think twice because you nailed his racist prejudiced ass: priceless.
Hehe. Do I really think he's racist? Nah. I just think he has a small mind that needs to be expanded. Making him uncomfortable is just the way to do that. We tried comfortable and he tried to keep asking me out. Ew. Nasty. Ick.
Anyway, Simone speaks the coolest Spanish of anybody - bar none - that I know. She throws in this really ultra-hip slang and talks with a funky, spunky, sassy rhythm, and her accent just flows. She uses language - both languages really, but Spanish somewhat better because of the sass factor - in this creative, fun way. I said I'm making MP3 recordings of her talking about any old thing just so I can learn to start talking like her.
I thought my arm hurt from playing racquetball on Saturday, but I think it's because the wind is so strong that it takes super-strength to pull the doors shut. The office door almost got me today - it seriously was pulling me back outside and I couldn't close it. But I won because, well because I'm that stubborn bitch Ms. B that might get knifed someday but it'll be for a damn good reason.
posted by NOLA at 2:04 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home