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.


Lock Down, Locked Up

One of the Assistants was arrested during a lock down today.
From the students and rumors I have reason to believe that one of the students planted a bag of weed in their bag.
One of my students was very upset about this.
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K: They done got him locked up. They put some weed in a bag cuz.
All my real niggas is leavin’. If you go back downstairs, you tell my other teacher to kiss my nuts.
Mr. C: You know I’m not going to say that.
K: I ain’t gon’ listen to you. My homey been locked up.
Mr. C: I know, but standing out in the hall is not going to bring your homey back.
K: Yeah that’s true.
Mr. C: We are just going to have to wait and see what happens.
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Eggs? Cuff Me Bra.

During dismissal.
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K: Man these buses be takin’ too long. I wanna go home.
Mr. C: Well they can’t let all of you guys out at once, so they call which buses come first.
K: They just need one big ass bus to take all the kids home.
Mr. C: Well that would take forever, instead of having separate buses go in different directions, they just have to do one giant loop, you wouldn’t get home until about 7 o’clock.
K: You need to get up about god damnit 4:30 in the mornin’ and pick our asses up.
Mr. C: I’m talking about when school gets out. They might as well put a teacher on the bus to teach you something because you would be on the bus so long.
K: You could be on the bus.
Mr. C: I don’t know about that.
K: Yeah if you rode the bus, I would say “hey get off at this stop,” and you get off, I straight egg you.
Mr. C: You carry eggs on you at all times?
K: Yeah, I be havin’ eggs all the time.
K: I egg you like I egged this gal’s car the other day.
Mr. C: You can get arrested for that, you need to be careful.
K: Cuff me bra. (puts hands out).
Mr. C: (stare.)
K: Nah I’m just playin’.
Mr. C: I know.
K: I only egged her because she got smart with me.
Mr. C: Well egging a car is bad for the paint. It could be property damage.
K: It’s bad for the car?
Mr. C: Yeah.  If the egg dries on the paint, it could chip when you try to clean it off.
K: Ah shit, well she prolly gonna have messed up paint. I did it at night.
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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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