The End

This is the last day this school will be open.

This was one of my students last journal entries.
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I knew this school was not the place for me. Everything seemed different. I basically stayed to myself. I really didn’t like coming, I hated this school. Me and my mother’s relationship was trying to improve, things were getting better for me. A couple of months went by and I’m still here. It’s been almost a year! I recently just found out that this school is closing next year and it’s like my dreams are crushed, because this is no ordinary school this is a home and it’s full of family. I’ve gotten my life back on track and my behavior has improved. Me and my mom has a better relationship and I’m doing great for myself.

In the beginning my life, like water going down the drain, I finally pulled the plug and all my troubles are gone. I love this school at first I didn’t like it, I really never knew how great it really was. I should’ve always listened when I hear the phrase, “Never judge a book by its cover.”
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This is the last post.
Time to clean out my classroom.
Thanks for reading.


So Slow

My students started making fun of each other at the end of class:
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M: You slow.
J: How am I slow bra?
M: Yo whole family slow.
M: Nah, I bet my momma make mo money dan yours.
J: Nah brah, I my momma gotta better job than yo mama.
M: What yo momma do?
J: She work at a health center.
M: What is dat?
J: It’s where you…I don’t know what it is bra, but she makes alotta money.
M: She work wit old people?
J: Nah brah.
M: I was bout ta say my momma been done havin’ that job.
J: My momma make so much money I gotta be on reduced lunch in the cafertera.
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Born in the Gang

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Mr. C: What made you join a gang?
K: I was born in the gang. I grew up around it, my family.
Mr. C: So it’s always been that way?
K: My whole life. This is all I’ve ever known.
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It’s conversations like this that help me understand my students more.


Yo Momma…

8th Graders:
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M: You slow.
J: How am I slow bra?
M: Yo momma slow.
J: Yo whole family slow.
M: Nah, I bet my momma make mo money dan yours.
J: Nah brah, I my momma gotta better job than yo mama.
M: What yo momma do?
J: She work at a health place.
M: What is dat?
J: It’s where you…I don’t know what it is bra but she makes alotta money.
M: She work wit old people?
J: Nah brah.
M: I was ’bout ta say my momma been done havin’ that job.
J: My momma make so much money I gotta be on reduced lunch in the cafertera.
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Right from Left

Overheard in 4th Block:

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S: I’m gon’ get a tattoo right here. (points to left cheek)
T: Of what?
S: A tear drop.
B: Who you kill?
S: Nobody.
K: Somebody see you out on the street they straight murk you.
T: What it mean?
S: It mean somebody die in the family, somebody you was close to.
K: Ah. right side for murder, left side for death in the family.
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Cousins Cousins

Talking about Presidents and how some were related to others, we ended up on the topic of incest.

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T: I know a dude who went wit his cousin.
Mr. C: How do you know them?
T: Maurice, he went here.
Mr. C: How do you know that?
T: It’s his sister’s baby cousin Stacey.
Mr. C: Are they really cousins?
T: Yeah they cousins cousins. Like come ova yo house and eat stuff out yo fridge cousins. They didn’t know till tha baby came out.
Mr. C: Wow they had a baby?
T: Yeah and his baby got an extra finger, like fo real. No bullshtuff.
Mr. C: So if I see Maurice, I can ask him about having a baby with his cousin.
T: Yeah and ask him about tha finger.
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