...brehs, when i got halfway, i heard a door fly open and, i kid you not, three hairy-ass dudes came gallopin out like some fukkin ponies. they looked like gypsies but they were on all fours...
man fukk you lmao
...brehs, when i got halfway, i heard a door fly open and, i kid you not, three hairy-ass dudes came gallopin out like some fukkin ponies. they looked like gypsies but they were on all fours...
This shyt broke my heart. How...why? That poor baby had no lunch?long story kinda short a girl was stealing teachers’ lunches bcuz she was hungry and had no food @ home...couldn’t afford school lunch (we bought her some)...I think her mom had to fill out paperwork or some shyt to get free lunch but we couldn’t get a hold of her
went to her house...this was a rough ass neighborhood for a child to have to grow up in...fiends and prostitutes out in the open esp. @ nite many of them parents to the same kids we were teaching (a couple of friends of mine actually lived in the neighborhood so I was familiar w/ the area before I even worked there...one dude had a cuz’n in my class) just a dire situation for these kids to have to grow up in...one time the school had a lockdown during dismissal cuz someone was shot/killed across the street...anyway I’m going off on a tangent
went to the house...me and a white teacher and the school counselor who was this old ass white lady...and I’m dressed like a square so I’m already sticking out like a sore thumb plus I have these 2 white women w/ me lol...knock on the door...no answer...knock again...no answer...finally we hear footsteps...takes a while for the door to open up...the student’s grandmother invites us in...the reason it took long for her to answer the door is there were mattresses lined up in the hallway for the kids to sleep...sad shyt
she goes to wake up the mom...hear the mom fussing...she comes thru cussing us cuz we woke her up...we tell her the reason why we came...she yells @ us for coming to her house unannounced (no one was answering the phone all the times we called)...we eventually left and nothing was accomplished...a TA would bring lunch from home for the student for the rest of the school year
this is just one story...maybe I laid it on thick by saying a teacher should “NEVER” go to a student’s home...I’m pretty sure in many instances it’s resulted in a lot of good being done...personally it’s just a chance I wouldn’t take again
And for the record that's overacting. I've been around plenty of gangstas and thugs ain't nobody shooting or threatening to shoot their child's educator for simply giving an effort.
His ability as a father should've been questioned.
This shyt broke my heart. How...why? That poor baby had no lunch?
showed up on your youtube recommendations too i see....![]()
“yes”...this sounds good...but sometimes you have to be a little bit smarter when actually dealing w/ ppl

Reminds me of the potential this young lad had
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the 2 years that I worked there coupled w/ me just getting back on my feet @ the time had me fukked up...that’s one of several stories...I was saying in another thread...I had the utmost respect for these kids...bcuz in some instances they were truly responsible for themselves @ 9-11 y/o and the fact that they could put a smile on their face and willingly come to school every day to learn even tho it seemed like everything in life was stacked against them said A LOT...but to answer your question...the mother looked/smelled like she was using and the grandmother was old...I don’t think either of them were working and the girl had 3 other siblings
Reading your prior post immediately made me think of Lean on Me, where Mr. Clark and Ms. Levias went to visit Kanisha's mama at her apartment. Sounds like it had a happier resolution than your story though.
It sounds like you really cared about this child. I don't know you but thank you for caring about her, caring about them, for taking the initiation to at least find the kids who can't fend for themselves. It's no telling the overall impact y'all made on these kids' lives, even for the short time y'all were working amongst them.
Your story makes me realize how much I took for granted as a little girl myself. It also makes me look back at a lot of my old classmates back then and see them in a completely different light. There's no telling what a lot of them were facing at home...but as a kid, I guess you make the mistake of thinking everyone has a life like yours.