K: You want this?
Mr. C: The banana? Yeah sure.
K: Cause I don’t be eatin’ no fruits and vegetables.
Mr. C: I love fruits and vegetables.
B: Shit I could never be vegetarian.
K: I mean I’ll try it, but I cant be consistent with it. I gotta have me a burger.
Mr. C: I eat burgers, veggie burgers.
K: You need to come over to my house on a Sunday.
Mr. C: You need to come over to my house on a Sunday!
K: I bet if you…boyyyyy.
Mr. C: What?
K: My granny make some stuff that make a nigga never wanna be a vegetarian.
Nah Mr. C be like “Man I got this carrot cake.”
And I be like “What the hell is a carrot cake?”
It’s prolly something good I never tasted before.
Mr. C: Yep.
L: You ain’t no vegetarian, you a prejudice or something.
Mr. C: Ha. I’m vegan, so I’m a food prejudice maybe.
3rd Block with my 9th Graders:
R: Mr. Meathead, what’s #2?
Mr. C: Meathead? Why do you call me Mr. Meathead?
R: Cause you don’t eat meat.
Mr. C: Oh. Well “meat head” means a strong muscular person, like a wrestler or football player.
R: Oh well I just like to call you that.
Mr. C: Yeah, well that really doesn’t make sense to me. Just call me Mr. C.
(I hold up the letter “C” in a hand motion.) It’s really easy to remember.
R: Oh, that’s the crip symbol! You throwin’ up the crip!
Mr. C: It’s a C.
R: Yeah that’s the symbol.
Mr. C: Well it was a letter of the alphabet long before it was a gang sign.