I know. I know. It's been a while sice since I posted but school's been a little hectic lately. We've had a national exam for grade 9, JCDC Dance Festiavl, track and field championships and all sort of other mess. And you know me, in the middle of the mess. If a egg...
During this, all sorts of wonderful, funny things have been happening. Funny, but one thing I am certain of is that these kids take me for a pappy-show of some kind.
So last week, I stepped out of the canteen, smiling, with my delicious lunch; I was hungry, not starving close to death but I was looking forward to eating. A female student from my form room accosted me. (I say accosted because of what happened today.) Her mother did not give her lunch money so she came to me. Now, she is not the best child God ever made and she knows this. No ends a talking this girl give everybody. Is not one time the prin promise to send her the family court to have her life sorted. She care? Ask me if she care? No!!! Anyways, her mother is of the habit of withholding money when she acts up. I don't like that because sometimes a little girl will get fed in the wrong places. I handed her my lunch. My nice, nice brown-stewed mutton; specially prepared for me by the friendly school chef. She was a little surprised and asked what I was going to eat. I said I would make do. She smiled and ran off. Then, I almost starved.
Today, I stepped out of the canteen with my delicious lunch; specially prepared for me by the friendly, super sweet school chef. Who approached me again? Yes! Dingdingding!!! Miss Trouble Maker in the flesh. Now, as much as I don't want Missy to be abused, mi did hungry this time and mi did want mi food. I would, however, have given it to her but di likkle pickney come act like mi did haffi hand it over. She explained that her mother never give her no lunch again and how much she gwine dead any minute now. I asked what she did this time and she said it was a little misunderstanding but her mother said she tiad fi waste har money. I looked at my lunch; felt the heat coming off the box; smelled the garlic on it and mi mouth water rush out like river. Before I could make a decision or a suggestion, like go see the Guidance Counselor or the prin or somebody with more resources than I, di likkle lang belly, bad bruk pickney reach out an try tek mi lunch box!!! Can you imagine? Mi draw it weh and ask her what she doing? She had the timerity fi come say "I thought you would naturally allow me to have your lunch". And yes, that was a direct quote. NATURALLY!!!?
Now, If she did ask for the lunch or , like most normal, sensible children, for SOME, of my lunch, I might have given her the entire thing. But, to come assume that I would "naturally" hand over the lunch mi just pay mi big, big, hard earned $250JMD fah is a whole nadda ting. So I NATURALLY ask her if mi look like shi mada, tell her fi tap badda har mada soulcase and if she can't, learn di lesson and ded fi hungry, like her mother intended it and go siddung. And then I naturally walked to the staffroom and proceeded to enjoy my lunch. Wid har brite bout naturally!! She take this ting fi some sort of joke.
It never sat too well with me, that she might really be very hungry, after I was properly sated. So, like a good teacher, I naturally went back to the canteen and got her something to eat. But I pointed out that she would naturally never be getting my lunch again.
During this, all sorts of wonderful, funny things have been happening. Funny, but one thing I am certain of is that these kids take me for a pappy-show of some kind.
So last week, I stepped out of the canteen, smiling, with my delicious lunch; I was hungry, not starving close to death but I was looking forward to eating. A female student from my form room accosted me. (I say accosted because of what happened today.) Her mother did not give her lunch money so she came to me. Now, she is not the best child God ever made and she knows this. No ends a talking this girl give everybody. Is not one time the prin promise to send her the family court to have her life sorted. She care? Ask me if she care? No!!! Anyways, her mother is of the habit of withholding money when she acts up. I don't like that because sometimes a little girl will get fed in the wrong places. I handed her my lunch. My nice, nice brown-stewed mutton; specially prepared for me by the friendly school chef. She was a little surprised and asked what I was going to eat. I said I would make do. She smiled and ran off. Then, I almost starved.
Today, I stepped out of the canteen with my delicious lunch; specially prepared for me by the friendly, super sweet school chef. Who approached me again? Yes! Dingdingding!!! Miss Trouble Maker in the flesh. Now, as much as I don't want Missy to be abused, mi did hungry this time and mi did want mi food. I would, however, have given it to her but di likkle pickney come act like mi did haffi hand it over. She explained that her mother never give her no lunch again and how much she gwine dead any minute now. I asked what she did this time and she said it was a little misunderstanding but her mother said she tiad fi waste har money. I looked at my lunch; felt the heat coming off the box; smelled the garlic on it and mi mouth water rush out like river. Before I could make a decision or a suggestion, like go see the Guidance Counselor or the prin or somebody with more resources than I, di likkle lang belly, bad bruk pickney reach out an try tek mi lunch box!!! Can you imagine? Mi draw it weh and ask her what she doing? She had the timerity fi come say "I thought you would naturally allow me to have your lunch". And yes, that was a direct quote. NATURALLY!!!?
Now, If she did ask for the lunch or , like most normal, sensible children, for SOME, of my lunch, I might have given her the entire thing. But, to come assume that I would "naturally" hand over the lunch mi just pay mi big, big, hard earned $250JMD fah is a whole nadda ting. So I NATURALLY ask her if mi look like shi mada, tell her fi tap badda har mada soulcase and if she can't, learn di lesson and ded fi hungry, like her mother intended it and go siddung. And then I naturally walked to the staffroom and proceeded to enjoy my lunch. Wid har brite bout naturally!! She take this ting fi some sort of joke.
It never sat too well with me, that she might really be very hungry, after I was properly sated. So, like a good teacher, I naturally went back to the canteen and got her something to eat. But I pointed out that she would naturally never be getting my lunch again.