"I'ma Hustler"
So I'm in class alone with Mr. I (one of my kids who just turned 4, is African American, and usually spends his time driving me crazy)- he had just been brought in to me by another teacher because he peed on himself...again. Of course. So after I cleaned him up I was getting ready to take him back outside and I hear him singing or rather rapping to himself, "I'm a hustler I'm a I'm a hustler." I gave him a puzzled look and said, "I'm sorry, you're a what?" So he rapped it again, "I'm a hustler I'm a I'm a hustler." I sighed because things like this always make me sigh and then...I said. "No, you are not a hustler." Which was the wroooong thing to say because he then screeeeeeeeeeeeamed at the top of his lungs to me, "YEEEEES I AM A HUSTLER!" Not in the mood to be screamed at again and needing to get back outside I simply replied, "Fine! You're a hustler, now let's go."
posted by katy @ 6:55 PM
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OK- So I'm just now catching up on your blog and this story reminds me of summer school three years ago...and the following year...and the following. It first started as an "expert" project. I was teaching writing and they had to write about something they were an expert on. Like basketball...or "babysitting" or a certain video game (remember, these are 9 year olds). Anyway, I come to one kid and he says, "I be an expert on bein' a pimp." And I said, "you don't even know what a pimp is and if you did you surely wouldn't be talking about it at school". But he said he did so I asked him to explin. He said, "It be bein a playa". And after correcting his horrid grammar I said, no, it's not. And gave him a dictionary reminding myself to thank Nelly for writing a song about being a muthaf@!$ing P.I.M.P. that all my little kids listen to. Well, he couldn't find it (although he COULD spell it, (thanks again Nelly)but still couldn't spell his own name). So I helped him find the definition. He couldn't read it either so I had him try and when he still looked confused I said, "So you really don't know what it is, so don't talk about things when you don't really know what you're talking about or you're bound to get in trouble."
Since then, I've had at least 10 students that claim to be pimps (third and fourth graders) and have even been given a bottle of pimp juice as a gift, along with a bag of Lil'Romeo "Bar-B-Q-in with my Honey flavored potato chips" with a "stay in school" stamped on the front of the bag and a stolen pair of earings. Seriously, I couldn't even make this stuff up.
Rudie
why does it matter if he's african-american?
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