Games from the hood

Today, during recess, a little girl comes up to me and asks if I wanted to play Rock Paper Scissor. "Sure," I respond. As we both simultaneously say, "Rock, Paper, Scissor," she finishes with, "W!" Quickly followed with, "WU-TANG! Nothing beats the clan!" She then proceeds to tell me how they are, "nothing to fuck with."

Ticklish

Today, during circle time, I noticed two girls in the back being giggly and extra disruptive. I look up from the book that I was reading out loud to the class and saw that both of them had their legs raised in the air with their hands inside their panties. Resisting the F-bomb, I tell them that their actions are inappropriate and that they should go wash their hands. What do they respond to me? "This tickles my peepee."

Facepalm

So today Jake, aka "horseshit kid", felt slighted by his twin brother after his brother had taken away his toy. I see him think for a second then smirk with this stupid ass grin on his face as he calls his brother to come over. Expecting to see him wail on his brother, I watch carefully to observe what's to unfold. Jake asks his brother if his hand was bigger than his face. Baffled, his brother puts his hand up to his face to see if it truly is and Jake smashes his hand against his brother's hand making him slap himself. Being the teacher, I knew that Jake shouldn't hit others, but technically his brother hit himself. So to punish him, I exclaimed, "Jake! He just had snack and had cereal on his mouth! Now your hand smells like Corn Pops!" He gives me a weird look and proceeds to smell his own hand and I, in return, slap his hand against his own face. Then I explained, "See how that hurts others? Don't do it again."

Later on in the day, feeling tired and annoyed, Jake comes over and asks me if I wanted him to draw me anything. I respond by telling him to draw me "care" because I simply had none.

Aiming high

Today we read a book about growing up. After we finished, I went around asking the students what they wanted to be when they grow up. The majority of the girls wanted to be princesses, and most of the boys wanted to be some superhero or another. There was an occasional teacher here and there and one student wanted to be a doctor. We finally reach Natasha, our only black student in the class. We all look attentively at her as she announces with a giant ass smile on her face, "I want to work in a grocery store!" If she keeps writing her j's backwards, she just might.