Bad Words.

It blows my mind to hear what kids say when they think there aren’t any adults in hearing distance. I’ve become known for being super sneaky and blending in while kids are talking and catching them slip up. I’ve become the “cool but mean” teacher. They love me. I know they do because they tell me, they ask to have lunch with me and sometimes they just want to sit down and talk about things that have nothing to do with school. But they hate me at the same time. I’m the one that always catches the inappropriate words being said or the rude actions being had. I don’t know why, but I feel like it’s always me. Some of the things being done and said, are shocking. Names they use, the choice of words they make are repulsive. I can’t remember even knowing some of the words they use when I was their age and the ones I knew, were only allowed to be used by adults. If I even dared to mumble one of those words, even to this day at the ripe age of twenty two, my mother would smack my head. 

My favorite example of being the sneaky teacher was when I caught a few boys in the cafeteria throwing things at each other. I made them sign their behavior logs and then they went back to eating lunch. I knew they were really mad at me because they poured the rest of lunch. As they were walking out of the lunch room, I was right behind them and they didn’t know. They even looked around to see if I was near them but they didn’t look directly behind. They started talking bad about me and saying mean things about how I wasn’t their teacher and so on and so on. I stuck my head right between theirs and said, “Did you need to say something to me?” I thought they were going to pass out because they were so scared and embarrassed! Haha! ❤