Banana Pimp

I totally forgot I had this.

Last week, in the middle of a sentence, a student sticks a piece of paper in my face and shouts out, “Miss Lewis, isn’t my picture tight?”

Without looking at it, I snatch it from his hand and say something to him about not blurting out in class. I put the paper on my desk and went on with class. At the end of the day I found the piece of paper still sitting there.

Yep. Meet “Banana Pimp.” He likes to decapitate his “Banana Hoes” because they “got no swag.”

 

 

 

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>The fine ART of teaching

>A couple days ago, I stopped a student as he was entering my classroom. His entire nose had been painted bright red. I immediately sent him down the hall to the restroom to wash his face. When he returned a few minutes later, his entrance was greeted by:

Class: “Miss Lewis, why did you make him wash it off? None of his other teachers cared.”

Me: “What do you mean other teachers? When did this happen?”

Student: “I painted his face during art.”

Me: “How in the world did you paint someone’s face in the middle of class? Didn’t your teacher notice?”

Class: “No. Mr. — usually just hides in the supply closet, or sits at his computer.”