My oldest students have been acting a little crazy lately. Sometimes they forget they are in school:
Me: Sit down you little hoodlums.
One student: We aren't hoodlums.
Second student: What's a hoodlum?
Me: If you don't know what one is then how do you know if you are/aren't one?
Students: So what is a hoodlum?
Me: It's like a rascal...
Students: What is a rascal?
Me: Oh my...it's kindof like a crazy person...
One student: Like little red riding hood?
Me: What?!
Second student: Have you ever seen the gangster red riding hood? She has a gold chain...blinged out basket, instead of muffins, she has money
First student: Why is she white? You see her and you don't think anything...but if she's mexican, you assume she stole it
Me: Because people are dumb.
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Whether it was my misconceptions of kids, teaching, me, or all three, I'm not sure, but a Teacher was the last thing I thought I'd be. I knew I wanted to be more involved in my community, but was unable to find a job. Desperate, I decided to work as a Substitute, but then my eyes saw: BILINGUAL SPECIALIST; Love kids and their culture, help with English. Not only has teaching been a blast as I have been able to share life with 40 K-8th graders, but I am a better person because of THEM!
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