I’m covering for a math teacher who I had. A 14 y/o black kid, D, is in the class (I know him well enough from my times covering in-school detention). I do my regular intro and warnings as to the consequences for unacceptable behavior and then D starts blurting out how the teacher doesnt like Black people (the faculty is white-washed and a vast majority don’t know how to deal with students of color). Even though I hated the woman’s guts when she taught me, I still defended her:
“She doesn’t like black people!”
“That’s not true…I’m black! She liked me! I got an A in this class”
“Well she doesnt like niggas!”
“She doesnt like niggas!”
I’ve heard his rants about racists teachers before but ‘we’ (as in only people of color) were in the room during those times. But the fact that he made this declaration in a classroom full of white kids, I was…I was…I don’t know what I was. Angry, embarrassed, and surprised. The look on the faces of the white kids in the classroom spoke volumes. They looked absolutely shocked and kind of scared waiting to see my response. I wanted to say a lot of things at that moment, so many things. How inappropriate and offensive his statement was; how as 1 of 3 black students in a class of >20 he should conduct himself better; how the vocab we use amongst ourselves and how we talk around others sometimes arent the same (I hate the N-word and personally dont use it. Everyone who knows me knows this including D). But I didn’t, at least not at that moment. I simply said “Stop it” and moved on. It wasnt the right place or time… What are parents teaching their children?
I hope Blackboard is destroyed when I get to college professor status. I ain’t gonna use it. We’re actually going to discuss things in class. And actually have a stable syllabus schedule.
All of that…I want the hard-copies of papers and don’t email me during my office hours; stop in or call with your request for an extension (body language and vocal inflections can’t be read via email)
After that age I will simply have a 2nd, 3rd, 4th, etc ‘Annual’ 25th Birthday…
Last night I was eating dinner at Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant then jammed with Miss Jill Scott and DJ Jazzy Jeff as her opening act. It was a lot of fun.
Today I watched a friend bury her 3 month old baby. This isn’t how it’s suppose to work. Parents aren’t suppose to bury their kids.
Today needs to be the first and last infant funeral of my life.