Real Respect

This is from the archives last year when I taught Culinary Arts and had 8th graders. It didn’t happen very often but I would lay the law down when I felt I needed to.

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M: Give me my pencil so I can do my work.
Mr. C: Excuse me? I just sharpened this pencil for you and you said give it to me?
M: (blank stare)
Mr. C: All of you need to learn some respect. You talk to me like I’m not a teacher or something.
(silence)
Mr. C: I am, and you don’t talk to me like that.
D: I ain’t never cursed you.
L: I respect you.
(Both students give me handshakes.)
M: I don’t even respect my daddy.
Mr. C: Well you’re going to respect me.
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I didn’t understand this at the time, but I understand now why they didn’t have respect for adults. The adults and parents in their lives weren’t around enough to gain any respect from them.


Respect

I reached a breaking point with the lack of respect from my 8th graders:
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M: Give me my pencil so I can do my work.
Mr. C: Excuse me? I just sharpened this pencil for you and you say give it to me?
All of you need to learn some respect.
You talk to me like I’m not a teacher or something.
I am, and you don’t talk to me like that.
D: I ain’t never cursed you.
L: I respect you.
(Both students  give me handshakes.)
M: I don’t even respect my daddy.
Mr. C: Well you’re going to respect me.
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My Daddy Ugly as Hell

3rd Block:
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R: My daddy ugly though, I’m just gon’ tell you.
He’s ugly as hell.
(pause)
You be like “Yo daddy ugly.”
And I be like “Nigga you tellin’ me this like I don’ know my daddy ugly.”
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