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Today’s prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it! It can be as long or short as you like. 

Today is a half day before Spring Break being used to replace one of our snow days from this winter. There aren’t many students in school, and a lot of teachers are out as well so I’m currently covering a class. The following poem stems from the questions I’ve heard in class.

1942: Worthington (Ohio) High School- Don O'Brien

1942: Worthington (Ohio) High School- Don O’Brien


“Yo, did you save that snap chat son?”
“What is this?”
“What do you think it is, fool?”
“Excuse me, can I go to the bathroom?”
“Miss? May I go to the library?”
“Are you a teacher sub? Or a sub sub?”
“Anyone got a charger?”
“Wait… can I charge my phone, Miss?”
“Are you writing that down? I didn’t mean it, alright?”
“Want to see my grades?”
“Can y’all just shut up? Can’t a girl do her damn work?”
“Yo, why you so upset, Mami?”
“Who you calling Mami?”
“Miss, you hear EVERYTHING, do you have kids?”
“How old are you?”
“Where’s the teacher?”
“How did you find out?”
“Yo, anyone else buggin’ that we’re here?”
“Hey! Can I see the answers?”
Class dismissed.



Today some of my students started Googling me in class… and discovered my modeling career. By modeling career I mean 35 seconds of not tripping on a runway in front of hundreds upon hundreds of women at one of the best blogging conferences I know.

I had a momentary silent freak out, and then I remembered that, as a blogger, I have made the choice to let my voice be heard. In class, I value the honest relationship I have with my students. Despite my slight bit of unease to know my students have seen me in a ton of makeup walking on a runway, my momentary anxiety was fueled by my blog being attached to my “runway show.” Then I remembered the mantra I’ve had since I’ve been blogging: if I’m posting something I wouldn’t want my students to see then I probably shouldn’t be posting it anyway. This mantra has made me a better blogger, much like the experience of being a model in the BlogHer13 Fashion Show helped me become more confident and unafraid to embrace who I am.

Do your homework, kiddos. Seriously.

Do your homework, kiddos. Seriously.

So, although I say this with a bit of unease, welcome to my life, silently lurking students. Yes, your English teacher was in a fashion show this past summer. Yes, your English teacher is a blogger. Yes, your English teacher has a life outside of school.

Welcome to reality, my dears. Now go do your homework.

Asking directly

Sometimes the big picture is just a little bit blurred.

Sometimes the big picture is just a little bit blurred.

Midterms are next week, and students are freaking out. I held an extra review session after school today, and it was a random mix of students. I had one student staying after for detention “but only ‘cuz I’m one of their favorite teachers,” another student who just needed someplace to hang out, and a few students working on an (admittedly) obnoxiously large review that I gave them.

All week, my one class has been bugging me about wanting to know what my “fiancé” looks like, if “he” is Black or Spanish, etc. I figured some rumors must be flying, but I shrugged it off, refusing to answer any questions and telling my kids that I enjoy hearing rumors about myself that spread throughout the day.

Anyway, after school, the unexpected happened.

Student 1: “Miss, I have to ask you, and I hope you don’t mind. You tell us to ask what we’re thinking… Can I ask you something personal?”

Me: “Maybe?”

Student 1: “Are you… is your fiancé… not a man? Are you… you know… gay?”

Me: “Yes. I’m a lesbian.”

Student 2: “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!!”

Me: “Nobody ever asked me directly. I mean, when you asked if I had a boyfriend, I said I didn’t have a boyfriend, and when another class asked if I was in a relationship, I said that I was in a relationship.”

Student 3 (who has been homophobic and dropping the “f-g bomb” almost everyday): “Miss! All this time you let me say ‘he’ and look like a fool. I been played son.” (pauses) “So is your fiancée still black like the rumors said?!”

I guess I’m just glad I live in a world where only my fiancée’s color matters to students who have regularly dropped the “f-g” bomb all year?

It’ll be interesting to see what happens tomorrow when the latest “rumor” about my love life is spread…