Double-Consciousness of the High School Student, 4/9/2015

I call them my kids.  Partially because I love my students dearly and would do anything for them (if I had the money).  But partially because I have to constantly remind myself who I’m dealing with.  In those moments when a young man jumps out of his seat ready to literally fight me, and he’s standing taller than I am with more muscle, more facial hair, more body odor, and more tattoos.  Or in those moments when a student’s mugshot is in the dollar paper for armed robbery or D.U.I.  Or that moment when I’m going through the Facebook photo albums of guys from my graduating class and older, and I see young ladies that not too long ago graduated high school in the club with them, drinks in hand.

…Kids ;-\