The Life of Ms. Aleshea

So I came across Helene's Blog after she commented on my blog last week. She is a Texas girl and that makes her A-OK in my book. Y'all go check her out. She is almost at 1,000 followers. Go do it before I take your sweet tea and drink it all.

I have a friend who teaches MS Science in one of the wealthiest suburbs of Dallas. I can literally see the school from work. (Y'all remember I work in the morning at the swanky law firm in the richest area of DFW)  She is always posting on FB a segment she calls "Life of Ms. B" she basically tells crazy stories from the things her students say. I have decided to follow suit. (Remember I work in the afternoons at the after school program with the poor kids.. screw being politically correct) So here we go. Y'all try and follow along since I will be changing up names. They don't look to kindly if I exploit the actual children via my blog. No matter how much of a HOT OL' MESS they are.

Me (when I took the big boys -grades 3-6 to the gym to play bball): I don't care what you do as long as you don't fight or act a fool.
JM: So that means we can cuss right
Me: As I shake my head and walk away

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After a student lied on me to a parent:
T raises his hand:
Me: Yes T
T: Ms. "Aleshea, she f'ckin' up. Man, she f'ckin' up:
Me: Puts head down on the table and covers face as one of the other teachers yells, "no new topic"

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D: Ms. Aleshea you have white friends?
Me: Yes sir.
D: -_-

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Other D: I got an A on my last paper you are now my personal essay writer
Me: Oh
Other D when I zone out: *snaps finger in my face* focus. Stop worrying about them. We got an essay to write.

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B- Where can I take a nap?
Me- In the corner.
B- but that'll hurt my head
B- Can I sleep in the cabinet?
L- I finished my homework. Can I play now?
Me- You ain't finished yo homework.
L-Uh huh. I just got math and spelling left.

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L again- I should have just took yo advice. My momma almost whipped me yesterday for not finishing my homework. *as he sits down to do it without me telling him*
Kids- Can I be yo helper today?
Me- You can help by sitting down.

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Q- You can't do this math. It's 8th grade work.

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T- Is Rosa Parks Dead.

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Me- Girl by. Move around before I put my foot up yo butt.
DP- You ain't gonna put yo foot up my A-S-S
Me- Girl go play before I tell yo momma.
DP- 20 mins later- Ms. Aleshea, were you really gonna put yo foot up my bottom.

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And my favorite of the day:
But Ms. Aleshea I'll pay you a dollar if you let me.

Y'all I could go on for days but I'll spare you.

For you non Texas people, these are Takis. They're the best chip in the world and its what we bribe the kids with. Y'all don't even know. I almost got jumped by a couple of 6th graders when I walked I'm the building today. I told one kid I was gonna bust him in the face if he didn't go to band practice and move around.

RANDOM

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