Yeah, that thing that caught my eye when I was job hunting at work and saw your distinct last name as a head of school that I was checking out.....
"Yeah, both of them are teachers...." he answered, with a little smile and exasperated eye roll.
"Wow, two teachers as parents...."
"Yeah, and they are both moms!" he answered, as if that doubled the problems.
As much as I'd like to pretend that my group of kids in the Housing Authority are a bunch of sweet saints, they often buck me. I have a group of eleven this year, a big class for what people think is a small group tutoring situation. And, nine of them are female. They were cute at first, then I suddenly had a Mean Girls situation on my hands. And, they were against me.
"So then, he came out, dressed as Santa, the blackest of the blackest of the blackest skin on Earth! I couldn't believe it! And the kids, the kids accepted it like it was nothing! None of them laughed!" Her haughty smug chortle sang from her mouth as if she had just told the most adorable story in the western hemisphere. I ground my teeth and said nothing, my back turned and hunched like a troll.
"Back away, little girl!" the tiny fourth grader hissed to her neighbor, the voice of a fifty year-old mean woman coming from her lips. Her neighbor started to cry. I knew her mother had been killed in an accident months before while she was in the car and I knew that her table mate didn't like it when people stepped on her shoes. It was a no win.
"I am the passenger....and I ride and I ride......"
I was so fucked up I could barely stand. I was stumbling into people.
"All of it is yours and mine...."
"Let's take a ride and see what's mine!" I screamed with the singer.
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