Dec 20, 2006 21:26
I just finished teaching my first semester of 1st grade! I haven't updated in a while, so I haven't talked about my kids yet, but they are amazing. I love them. Most are living with single moms in the projects (or should I say "government funded housing developments") around Richmond. One of our moms is 24 and has six kids, the oldest is 10. Another one is 22 and has 3 kids, with a fourth on the way. Most Dads are in jail or otherwise MIA. We've had one kid placed in foster care briefly because of suspected abuse/neglect, now returned to his mom's house. His Grandmother wants to take care of him but Mom won't give up custody, probably because she doesn't want to lose the money she's getting from the government. How does a child come in to school every day with the same dirty jacket on, no socks, clothes that are 3 sizes too big... and on top of that, tells a social worker that his Mom smacked him in the face with a cane and knocked his tooth out... and then get returned to his house? They said there wasn't enough evidence. I guess he'll have to come in with bruises and a broken arm before they'll do anything. Anyway, I've been dealing with some disturbed little kids. I'm getting bitten, kicked, hit, cursed out, and spat on on a weekly basis. Ahhhh... it's good to be back with my favorite kind of children. Got called a "hoe" for the first time... by a six year old. His name is Damontea and he came up with some creative combinations to curse me out with. I think "mother-f***ing black hoe bitch" was one of my favorites.
So other than school, I've been going to Jazzercise, going to church, shopping, and spending most of my free time with Eric. Who is still amazing, by the way. Things have been getting kind of intense lately. I don't think I'm capable of having a casual dating relationship... I don't know if I would even want that, anyway. I don't want to mess around, I want to find my life partner. Luckily, so does he. It does make things a little intense when you're trying to figure out if you want to spend the rest of your life with the other person.
On a lighter note, I think Eric is the most beautiful man I've ever dated. On the thin side, yes, but that's ok. And he dances, and breaks into song in the middle of the street, and makes up silly love songs to sing to me. And he calls me his "princess." Oh, and he's stronger than I am. I like that. Don't ask me how I found it out. We're going on a trip over the break. Just picking a direction to drive in and a number of hours, and see where we end up.
Sorry, but Eric and my kids are my main topics of conversation now.
SO what's this about New Year's Eve? Whitney's going to be here? What are we doing? Am I invited? Do I need to buy a new dress?