I pays to be a toys r us kid (ding)

OK…this was a cool day. It started out great. I mean that teacher that I was subbing for has a ruff first period, then they getter as the day goes on. I can say that because I have been her before. Her first period aint bad…they are just LOUD, and talk way too much. They laugh about stupid stuff…(point one…this is important). But all in all, the morning was cool. When I got to 4th period, they were the Juniors…I LOVE JUNIORS. They aint too old, and they aint too young. You can play them, they would get the lil jokes that you make…and its just a good time. But anyways, they were working on their research paper about something…I don’t remember. So we were in the computer lab. I had my wireless hooked up to my top of laps, and I just decided that I would cheek my bank statement. WHAT THE HELL…that bitch said -148.05…and had the nerve…the absolute nerve to have it down to the cents. My whole attitude changed…and the kids noticed. I got to 5th period, they was like Mr. Wade…whats good with you…you look like you don’t want to be here. I didn’t, I was pissed and wanted to go off on someone…or stab someone…I couldn’t (point two…this is important). So the day goes on, and I was just not my normal self. But I couldn’t let it get to me…I was there for the kids, and not to focus on my own problems…the life of a teacher. Even one of my FAVORITE students (a kid that I would even adopt) noticed that something was wrong. He tried to cheer me up…and it was cool. By the way, I let this kid get away with too much stuff, but I don’t care because he is my favorite…in the whole school. Like for example, he came up to me and took out my BLUETOOTH, out of my ear, and put it in his, like nothing was wrong. While he was doing this, usually with student, I put up this defense around my body, I don’t like people in my personal space, but it was cool for some odd reason. I don’t know. So as the day goes on, I get ready for the big game. I know my game aint tight at all. But I TRIED. It was a lot of fun, and had the students talking about me. After like Mr. Wade you are uncoordinated…and I came back with “Well I wasn’t with ya auntie”…and have everyone crackin up. Mr. Wade aint going out like no punk. But during the game, my chest was wheezing and I was tired, and sweating (point three…this is important). I was crampin up, couldn’t talk…felt like I was in someone’s basement… ok so it wasn’t that bad, but still. I didn’t score, and the dude that I was sticking was a beast. He had mad skillz that I didn’t, so there was no point. BUT I TRIED. When I got replaced by another teacher, he ended up shaking the shit out of this other teacher. It was to the point where we had to stop the game cause the students was pumped…that was a good thing. But all in all, the teachers did win…and THAT is what we wanted.


Now…I got to school around 7:20 am or so. And my hands was kinda ashy, so I took some lotion that the teacher had on her desk…and that was a BIG MISTAKE. This is not the first time that this has happened, but my soft ass must be allergic to certain lotions. Because after I put it on, I started to cry, my eyes would not stop watering. They did this for at least 3 hours… I couldn’t see to read, and my eyes were hurting. I couldn’t wipe them because I had this cheap lotion on my hands…it sucked, and I was stuck in the classroom with these kids.


I get a phone call around 6 period, and it was my aunt. She said that she was coming in town, and don’t tell my grandma so I didn’t. But I get home and it goes down. The door bell rings, and my grandma answers the door. And its her. But I go to class and as I am getting ready to do my presentation, I start feeling sick. Sweating and my stomach is upset. It makes for a long class period. But I make it home, so now I am just sitting here with an upset stomach…and I don’t know why. I had spaghetti for lunch, and some wings from Roosters…so I don’t know what the deal is. I cant be sick cause I am bout to put some food away this week…and clog up someone’s toilet!



The points that I pointed out (3 of them)…are facts that I am growing up. I don’t wanna grow up…I am a Toys r Us Kid…but the truth must remain the same that I am. Nigga lookin at marriage…he has got to be grow in some aspects…although still living with grandma…don’t tell nobody…cant even get my g.m.o. (GROWN MAN ON)


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