But Ms. R hangs out with her kids outside of school!!!
Oh my god.
So my older kids are indeed on lockdown, except for the good students. And 2 out of my 3 favorite kids AREN'T on the good list. But, at least I got to eat with Kyran. So this afternoon, Joseph was yelling something about how he lied that he was in trouble this morning in the office as he went to the bus and I never really got a chance to talk to him. But Da'Ron had tutoring and I sat with him until his ride came to take him to the library. When I actually saw him (after I walked back from the buses) I went up to him and hugged him.
And teared up. The tears were so close to falling, it took EVERYTHING to stop them. We literally stayed in our hug for a minute before it entered my mind that I should actually speak to the kid. I bought him chips and candy from the 8th grade fund-raising sale and we sat outside on the bench because it was actually SUNNY AND SEMI-WARM. Here's the one thing he said that literally ripped my fucking heart out.
Da'Ron: I'm going to be so embarrassed tomorrow.
Me: Why?
Da'Ron: Because I know I'm going to cry. I was so close to crying when you hugged me just now.
OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. He asked why I had to go and told me he'd pay me more money to stay.... he can't compete after I told him the amount I'd make in a year and he was a bit bummed. Then he said:
I wish I had some money so we could take a cab and go somewhere like Arby's or McDonalds.
---Right now, people, I am bawling over that. He sounded so desperate when he said it. Oh my God, my heart is just aching.----
So I promised him I'd come back and visit before I leave, although the odds of me actually getting to chill in Washu-L's class are virtually NIL. But it's unknown at the moment, so I told him to ask her if I could come in tomorrow to sit (he actually rehearsed what he will say... even added since it's her last day!)
HAHA OH! So walking back from the buses with Ms. S and Washu-L was CLASSIC. Washu-L was cracking up when I showed a little girl my color changing shirt and the girl commented that I don't have a stomach. That was apparently all kinds of wrong, and it was my shirt's fault. Okay, we were walking back and Washu-L's wearing a shitload of green today (which coincidentally, today at Miami U, it's green beer day) so I asked her if she was planning on attending the event. Somehow, I told them about the time I went up there once and didn't really remember part of the night. God, she was cracking up and even admitted she's had that happened a few times to her too. (EEEeee! She's older than my mom!! AND SHE'S SO MUCH COOLER!!!!)
Then they got off on the "if-I-could-do-it-all-over-again" tangent and I learned that Washu-L used to be married to another guy and stayed with him just for her kids. And then I got a huge lesson on how I shouldn't do that (are your kids scarred now? I asked). I do have to admit, her husband now is the SHIT. I mean, I only met him briefly when I was her "Mom" back when she was sick at work; but the guy canceled his classes and drove like, over an hour away to take her home. AND THEN I TOLD WASHU-L I WROTE HER A LETTER AND IT'S IN HER MAILBOX. WOOOO!! Melissa grew a pair and actually decided that it wasn't gay to tell her how happy she made me at work.
I'm crying. Not terribly hard, but I have to stop. There are cards and Pocky to be bought for my favorite 3 students! And waterproof mascara for Miss Kessel!!! :'''''(
So my older kids are indeed on lockdown, except for the good students. And 2 out of my 3 favorite kids AREN'T on the good list. But, at least I got to eat with Kyran. So this afternoon, Joseph was yelling something about how he lied that he was in trouble this morning in the office as he went to the bus and I never really got a chance to talk to him. But Da'Ron had tutoring and I sat with him until his ride came to take him to the library. When I actually saw him (after I walked back from the buses) I went up to him and hugged him.
And teared up. The tears were so close to falling, it took EVERYTHING to stop them. We literally stayed in our hug for a minute before it entered my mind that I should actually speak to the kid. I bought him chips and candy from the 8th grade fund-raising sale and we sat outside on the bench because it was actually SUNNY AND SEMI-WARM. Here's the one thing he said that literally ripped my fucking heart out.
Da'Ron: I'm going to be so embarrassed tomorrow.
Me: Why?
Da'Ron: Because I know I'm going to cry. I was so close to crying when you hugged me just now.
OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. He asked why I had to go and told me he'd pay me more money to stay.... he can't compete after I told him the amount I'd make in a year and he was a bit bummed. Then he said:
I wish I had some money so we could take a cab and go somewhere like Arby's or McDonalds.
---Right now, people, I am bawling over that. He sounded so desperate when he said it. Oh my God, my heart is just aching.----
So I promised him I'd come back and visit before I leave, although the odds of me actually getting to chill in Washu-L's class are virtually NIL. But it's unknown at the moment, so I told him to ask her if I could come in tomorrow to sit (he actually rehearsed what he will say... even added since it's her last day!)
HAHA OH! So walking back from the buses with Ms. S and Washu-L was CLASSIC. Washu-L was cracking up when I showed a little girl my color changing shirt and the girl commented that I don't have a stomach. That was apparently all kinds of wrong, and it was my shirt's fault. Okay, we were walking back and Washu-L's wearing a shitload of green today (which coincidentally, today at Miami U, it's green beer day) so I asked her if she was planning on attending the event. Somehow, I told them about the time I went up there once and didn't really remember part of the night. God, she was cracking up and even admitted she's had that happened a few times to her too. (EEEeee! She's older than my mom!! AND SHE'S SO MUCH COOLER!!!!)
Then they got off on the "if-I-could-do-it-all-over-again" tangent and I learned that Washu-L used to be married to another guy and stayed with him just for her kids. And then I got a huge lesson on how I shouldn't do that (are your kids scarred now? I asked). I do have to admit, her husband now is the SHIT. I mean, I only met him briefly when I was her "Mom" back when she was sick at work; but the guy canceled his classes and drove like, over an hour away to take her home. AND THEN I TOLD WASHU-L I WROTE HER A LETTER AND IT'S IN HER MAILBOX. WOOOO!! Melissa grew a pair and actually decided that it wasn't gay to tell her how happy she made me at work.
I'm crying. Not terribly hard, but I have to stop. There are cards and Pocky to be bought for my favorite 3 students! And waterproof mascara for Miss Kessel!!! :'''''(