On morning duty in the cafeteria today Angelica walked up to me shyly and showed me her homework. I was ecstatic, especially considering that I did not assign homework last night. Although I did not get a chance to read her essay until after I was done teaching for the day, I was so proud of her that I started to read it out loud to some of my fellow teachers who were sitting around debriefing with me. Toward the end, I had to stop reading because my voice was shaking so badly. Apparently I have to enforce legal ramifications now.
The way I grew up was harD for me mom hated me my Dad left couldnt think right. My mom alway even untill this Day that my DaD is Back my mom blemes me that is my flaut that He left us. I Love my family but some ties I hate my mom is a gruge. A gruge that I have inside and I know that it seem crazy but some time I troutcher my mom any way posible. Sometime in my mind I think wey Dont I Kill her. As I said I know it seem crazy what I think in my mind but what I heard from my Brother. My Brother told me that she was burning his hands just Because he got $10 from her purse. My brother Did get burn the thing was so hot he tought there was a scar.
It's the second day kids. I'm not ready for this shit.
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1 comment:
i don't think she's dumping on you. i think this is just normal life like i pulled my daughter's computer priviledges.
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