So anyways, clearly a lot has changed since my last installment, post date 2/16/Twenty-Twelve. What is the same, I am still Beloved, as my name would suggest. What is different, pretty much everything else. For starters, I will not be returning to the halfway school of old when school resumes in a little less than a month. More on that to follow. I was given my walking papers (I like to say transferred), and will be employed at what appears to be a slightly different, yet equally as halfway, institution. I am really just a product of a budget cut. The reason I say walking papers is because some random guy from downtown came up to the school to issue me some document, stating that if I did not find an internal position by "_/_/12", my contract would be terminated. And had the nerve to try to be nice when he gave it to me. Luckily, I had a principal who did not want to see me leave, and he put up a good fight...too bad he loss. So, out into the wilderness I went, for a period of almost 2 full days actively seeking a job. Man, was that day and a half difficult! Made it through those 2 days I did.
Anyways, those *female dogs* couldn't terminate my contract because I found a job. Now what?! What if I really didn't know the difference between "loss" and "lost" and y'all thought I seriously meant loss in the last paragraph? That would be worse then not knowing the difference between "then" and "than"...got yall again lol. Pardon the digression. So this new school will be interesting. I am being forced to teach an additional subject, but I am fortunate to have the number of students I will be servicing cut in half. I think that might epitomize the adage of "give and take". I hope nobody is thinking that I will be without stories to share since I'm leaving an institution of foolery because, to the best of my knowledge, I am entering in to one just ass foolish. As sure as I'm typing, you are trying to decide if I put that extra "s" in there on purpose or not...ambiguity at its finest. How do I know foolishness will ensue, you ask? Last week, I began participating in this "Jump Start" program, designed to teach the kids some basic skills for a period of 2 weeks, so that they are not completely behind the 8 ball upon returning to school. Program would work wonders, by the way, if there were more than 8 participants. There's always an idiot, in every bunch. I don't care if there was only one participant. That one, by my calculations, would be the idiot. The idiot in this scenario is Griffin, III. Little Griffin thinks he's funny. More accurately, little Griffin wants to be funny, which is a general product of being deficient in a given subject.
Deficient = Delinquent. That could be a Math problem, Science equation, Synonym lesson, anything. But little Griffin wouldn't know one way or another because he is, in fact, deficient...sufficiently deficient! What I've discovered is that some kids will mess up a surrounding area and then deny, deny, deny. Yes, this is Griffin. What I've also discovered is that any given situation can be equated to an episode of Fresh Prince. Any one! Give it a try one day. This is Griffin, denying, denying, denying.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfDAQNdesyc
Heeeey-eeey! Even after the jig is up, Griffin's contention is that he did nothing wrong. IT'S NOT!! But it's ok because this program has afforded me the opportunity to see what I needed to see to. He thinks he's gonna get the best of somebody. His access will be, much like his unrelenting defense, denied.
If I had to pick a word to describe my feelings towards being forcibly removed from a place that I was at, and beginning an entire new set of circumstances for a second time, I guess I'd say anticipative. My new colleagues seem to be extremely helpful and cool, although there are only 2 general education teachers in 4th grade, myself and "Gobment". Let me tell you about this lady. She got mo' dang on names than Schindler's List. I aint lyin to ya! The fact that there are only 2 of us still renders that we are a team of 3 or 4. She's a Gemini, that Gemini that doesn't know how to be just one person. I think I heard there were like 3 people living in her head and it's a coin flip to see who will appear. If you've ever tried to flip coins with more than 2 people, you know this can't end well. Still, I need that craziness to be present in order to keep my sanity.
Remember Cece? I would not have made it through the year with a job or semi-normal blood pressure levels without her. I can picture Cece reading the blog, or looking across the hall, or texting me, talking bout some "awwww", making stuff awkward. I'm not one for sappy moments, however I will miss my fam. You sit in those trenches called schools, and take enough of those rations called poor pay, all the while battling those enemies, who inevitably must be the students, with a group of people long enough, they literally do become your family. Jack, Rock, Cece, Luby, my mentor, Suga Mama....I shan't forget them. Nobody at the school, actually. When I needed something, I usually got it. Custodial staff, including Wigoff, Teacher's Assistants, CRC, Academic Coordinator Sharaya, and Sleepy Eyes. But I'm sure to encounter many, even as I must go. Luby will probably still need my advice every waking moment of every day, so I'm sure I will hear from her. Rock and I will see each other at soccer, as well as occasionally kick back to watch a game or something. Cece...she knows she has to gimme some of them cookies. Jack will probably continue to grovel at my feet, with the hopes that I'll stick around and show him the way of life, but I am not here to guide you, Jack. Get it together. If anybody wants to see what a faux account of my bloggery looks like, Jack has created one. He's a second fiddle type person. Don't even get me started on my child...that would be too much gloom for one blog, so I will save her place in my heart for my next blog, which I so convincingly stated, will take place this week ":-/".
So, what have we learned today, class?
1. I am still, and always will be, Beloved.
2. The Man tried to keep me down, but I beat him like Rodney King.
3.New school: The walls may look different but there's still writing on them.
4.Griffin is a dumb arse for showing his true colors before school even starts.
5.Every scenario can be a Fresh Prince episode.
6.I am looking forward to working with Gobment...and Gobment, and Gobment.
7.Cece be cryin, but she has the best cookies, and I will miss them, I mean her dearly.
8.My siblings, Jack and Luby, will probably crumble without me around, but they're just gonna have to get over it.
9.Rock was the only sane person, aside from myself, in the crew, which is why we can still hang out.
10.Suga Mama gon be Suga Mama...say hello to Penny for me.
11.I'm still breathing, so despite my terribly mixed emotions about leaving the school, and by mixed I mean mad and pissed off, today is a good day.
My next blog will be devoted to former students. I'm gonna create my all-star roster from last year, and probably talk about a lot of people. You don't wanna miss this. Until then, I gotta go...these guinea pigs keep squealing, and I'm about to make some guinea bacon.
P.S. the one thing about sunset is this...it shall rise again.
P.P.S.-Wth does p.s. stand for?
