Beloved Appreciation

So it finally hit me, like Angela did Laurence in the limo, or like Joe did all them Jacksons, or, more notably like the Rangers did the Angels...finally.  What finally hit me?  There are some situations you should just appreciate for what they are because a lot of times they prove to be as good as it gets.  More on the good to follow.  By the way, Angela would probably hit me too because she's super swole and she was reprising the role of the battered black woman.  Because we've never heard that story before.  Oh, so why should we appreciate things for what they are?

Because niggras be trippin'...hard.  I say niggra because I don't wanna call anybody's child a nigga.  See how big of a difference it makes?  Remember Griffin?  Of course you do because the blog is right below this one.  Well I may have mentioned that I am not a big fan of his, but I failed to mention in my last installment that I told him where he could go: H......ome.  If you thought anything else, you are awful.  I told him to come back on Monday, but to make sure he skipped Tuesday and Thursday because those were the days that I would be there.  Guess what, he was not present on Tuesday lol.  When my esteemed colleague, Gobment saw him on Wednesday, she asked him where he was on Tuesday.  His response: something about his stomach hurting.  My response: Point for me.  He did come on Thursday though (can't win them all).  But I suppose he got the message because he actually created the allusion that he has some sense.  Since a lot of teachers are probably reading this, we all know better, don't we?

So if young Griffin has "woman's orgasmed" having sense, he can't be the niggra that I'm referring to, can he?  Nope, but I do know this...Bebe's kids always work in tandem.  I'm convinced that kids can only function in dysfunction.  How's that for an oxymoron, emphasis on the jackass...I mean moron.  By the way, if you "woman's orgasm" something, it means you are faking.  Or pretending, whichever you prefer.

Slight digression.  This moment reminds me of the taboo game we played at the soccer party.  I was the clue giver, and it was, much like the natural order of things, a battle of the sexes.  The word was flick, and naturally I couldn't use words like "movie" or "theater" or "watch".  I'm saying things like "another word for the things that are on dvd."  These fools are stumped, but of course the ladies know. In a haste, I say "Another word for porno."  I'm talkin' bout, these horny negroes SIMULTANEOUSLY shouted "FLICK!"  I was the only male playing whose wife was not on the opposite team.  You should have seen the looks of disapproval on these wives' faces, as they went into a chorus of "How do you know what they call pornos?"  I, of course, found it hysterical, but I guess I may have been alone...oops.

This is as good a place as any to resume my story.  One of the students in Griffin's class, we'll call him Professor Charles, comes up to that dang program sleepy, every day.  Well, this particular day was just like any other day.  He couldn't answer know questions because he don't no *insert explicit term for fecal deposit*.  A sentence with double negatives and misplaced homophones, how befitting for Charles.  We were creating a video, in order to show our remarkable mastery of such terms as subject and predicate.  When I say mastery, I mean a term slightly less than that, like catastrophe.  This dude didn't stop clowning the entire time, so much so, that he's probably clowning at this very moment, a day and a half later.  "I thought you were sleepy, go back to sleep."  Naturally I dismissed him from participation in our video, but he can be seen in the background, looking sleepy.  Perhaps I will post the video one day, but then that would suggest that these stories are, in fact, real.

I was prepared to give Charles one more opportunity to participate, and simply asked him if he was done being silly.  This nappy headed, four-eyed, inch-high, water jug head having, kool aid man shaped, stank breath, chapped lip, narcoleptic, soft voiced, intellect lacking, darling of a child gave me that all too famous shrug of the shoulders, so to indicate that he didn't know.  I said okay, we will continue without you, and when your mom gets here we'll see if she knows.  As a side hustle of mine, I thoroughly enjoy training kids and doing lessons for baseball.  As an alternative to that side hustle, I love getting insolent kids in trouble.  I wasn't doing lessons at the time because I was in my good shoes, so what must I have been doing?  You guessed it.  Getting him in trouble.  It brings about a different issue in the educative community because we are never really sure if the parents "handle it" the same way our parents did.  Judging by the suddenly somber disposition on Little Charles' face, his mama was gonna "handle it".  Sorry kid.  And I actually mean it.  That kid is sorry.

So what is it that I am appreciative of?  I'm glad you asked.  I will tell you.

I'm appreciative of the effort, authentic or otherwise, that Griffin put forth.  I'm betting we will have our moments because he reminds me of a kid I had last year, named Pencil Boy.  Pencil Boy's nickname is Walen Jilliams.  But for now, he has gained a reprieve.  Interestingly enough, reprieve means to cancel or postpone punishment.  Trust me, it hasn't been cancelled.

I am appreciative of Charles' mama.  We had a good conversation.  Hopefully I have gained her support, unlike some of those calculative 304s at the last halfway school.

I am appreciative of a handful of students, all of whom I will miss dearly, from my last school.  I think I can use their real names because I actually like them.  Maybe I'll save it.  This is getting a little long, and I wanted to actually talk about the wonderful kids, most of which are girls.  By most, I think I mean all.

My cousin goes back to Pennsylvania tomorrow, so I'm gonna go spend some time with her.  Beloved appreciates you all.

Post Script-Now I know what P.S. means.  Why can't we just say "Post Script"?  Lazy Americans.