8th Grade

This is an older post I found from last year when I used to teach Culinary Arts and had 8th graders.
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Three of my 8th grade students did not finish their work and therefore I did not let them cook.
Two got mad about this.
They tried to leave the classroom.
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K: Can I go to the bathroom?
Mr. C: Do one question, and I will let you go. You haven’t done any work.
K: (pushes her stuff off the desk and pushes the desk.) Nah fuck that I’m leaving.
(she walks out the door)
As I’m writing her up, another students is cursing at another student and walks over to me.
R: How you going to write her up for not doing anything?
Mr. C: Mind your own business.
R: Don’t tell me what to do. You don’t tell us what to do. I’ll get the principal.
Mr. C: We can get the principal, and I’ll tell them how you’ve been acting.
R: I don’t give a shit about no principal.
Mr. C: Apparently.
K walks back in:
K: Don’t even try to write me up!
Mr. C: I did write you up.
K: Fuck you!
Mr. C: Okay.
K: Fuck you, fuck this school and fuck this work you just gave me. Fuck your skinny ass, ugly as hell.
Mr. C: Well I’m ugly, what can I do about it?
K: Fuck you.
Their Educational Assistant walks in and I explain the situation and they take them both to ISS.
K: Fuck this school (kicks a chair).
Mr. C: See you guys next time.
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Q-Tips

Bathroom break.

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K walks out of the restroom.
Mr. C: You can go ahead and head back to the classroom.
K: What? (Walks up to me.)
Mr. C: I said you can go back to class.
K: Oh I didn’t hear you.
Mr. C: Well I will get some q-tips so you can clean out those ears.
K: Are you trying to be funny?
Mr. C: Trying?
K walks down hall.
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Cocaine and Food Stamps

A conversation in the hall on the way back from the bathroom.
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S: My baby momma called.
S: I’m about to get on the city bus.
Mr. C: No you have to stay here,
S: I need some cocaine in my system.
Mr. C: I don’t like the sound of that.
S: You know I’m poor cause I only got 5 dollars in my pocket. I got this off the food stamp card.
Mr. C: I keep my money in the bank.
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Thanks for Sharing

( A Senior went into the bathroom as some juniors went down to get their lunch with a teacher.  After waiting for a long time the senior came out of the bathroom as they were coming back up.)
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Teacher:  Have you been in there since we went down to get our lunch?
S: Yeah, I had to take a shit.
Mr. C: Well thanks for telling everyone about it.
S: I don’t care.
Mr. C: That is obvious.
S: My stomach was hurting so you know.
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Lettin’ a hot one out.

2nd Block with 8th graders:

I sent a student to the bathroom and waited at the door for a long time. Long enough for another one of my students to need to go as well. He waited at the door with me.
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(Student walks super slow out of the restroom past a teacher who was waiting for another student.)
Mr. C: You were gone forever. Were you playing around in there?
C: Nah, I letta hot one out.
M: Yeah I gotta letta hot one out too.
Mr. C: Well go on.
M: Nah, I gotta wait for that teacher to leave the hall.
Mr. C: Why?
M: I can’t letta teacher know that I be doo dooin’.
Mr. C: What?
M: I don’t wanna teacher know I be goin’ doo doo.
Mr. C: Man, everybody doo doo’s.
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