At the end of a long Friday, one of my students threw a marker at a student because they said something about them.
Mr. C: You don’t need to throw markers at anyone.
D: But he said something about me.
Mr. C: He is ignoring you.
D: Why you even tryin’ to defend him, over there with yo self, if you get the molasses out yo ass you might actually hear somethin’.
Mr. C: Molasses out of my what?
D: If you get the molasses out yo ass.
Mr. C: What does that have to do with my hearing?
I went into a classroom to retrieve some juices that a student left in there from breakfast.
P: Give that man his juices.
Mr. C: That’s what I’m here for.
T: You his doughboy.
Mr. C: What? I’m going to drink these juices myself. That’s why I’m getting them.
P: You can’t even drink those juices.
Mr. C: Why not? It’s juice, it’s made out of grapes.
P: Nah it’s made out of meat.
Mr. C: Gross. You would drink meat juice!?
I leave the classroom.