Colored
4:26 p.m. - 2003-10-27
As much as the kids in my class drive me nuts, I can't help but love them. After all, they make me laugh, and that's a lot more than I can say for most people these days.
There's one little boy, bad as hell, who cracks me up every day. The child is gay, whether he knows it yet or not. He does the best ghetto girl impression that I've ever seen. Picture a skinny, eight year old kid saying, "Oh, guh-url...no you Di-in't!" while he props both hands up on his hips and sashays around the classroom. He's got the neck twisting and finger-snapping down to an art form. Today he kept telling me, "Guh-url, don't call me Ricky. I'm Shanaenae!" I almost wet my pants the first time he said it.
To top it all off, the little heathens think it's the funniest thing EVer when I accidentally laugh at them. The other day I got so tickled that I had to just put my head down on my desk to keep from cackling. At first they freaked out, screaming, "You see what you're doin'? You made Mrs. Dreamer CRY. Shut UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!"
I finally managed to get a handle on myself and sputter that I wasn't crying...I was laughing.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee! She's LAUGHING! Hah hah hah hah! You made Mrs. Dreamer LAUGH! Look how red her face is! Hee hee hee heh...Mrs. Dreamer?"
"Yes?"
"How come white people's faces get red when they laugh?"
Beats the fuck out of me. But I do know one thing...as much as I bitch and complain about what I do for a living, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Have you tickled a kid today?