For those of you who are newer, I am the lucky recipient of the world’s most amazing student, D’Avonte, who is a 6′ 3″, self-identified drag-queen, who basically sasses me all day, but does it so charmingly, that I love her more for it. That and she looks better than I do in short shorts, so I defer to her greatness. Additionally, I’ve taken on a new Sophomore, Ramon, who is this swaggering, sexist gangster, perpetually getting busted for drug offenses. Strangely, the two of them have become friends, which my teaching partner attributes to the fact that D’Avonte could kick Ramon’s ass, even in a wig and heels.
Anyhoooo…we were watching part of the Planet Earth series to supplement a lesson we were doing on the rainforest.
D’Avonte: “Oooooo, that’s pretty…look at all those flowers.”
Ramon: “You could get all lost up in there. That would be a GOOD place to bury a body.”
D’Avonte: (turning around) “The fuck is wrong with you!?”
For those of you who are new…D’Avonte, easily one of my favorites (okay, they’re all my favorite), is a 6′ 3″, self-identified drag queen, who comes to school in full regalia every day. Another fun thing about D’Avonte…D’Avonte likes to pretend to be menstruating every time there’s work to avoid.
This is what happens when I’m trying to teach math, y’all. Please picture the entire conversation in a stage whisper…
I promise that the following sentimental soap box will be followed by something ridiculous, because, frankly…that’s my style.
As some of you know, I am a teacher, specializing in students with emotional and behavioral concerns, and I truly believe my kids are the MOST incredible people. One of my very favorites (and, yes, they’re all my favorites) is D’Avonte. D’Avonte is just over 6’3″, and comes to school, every day, in full drag. I love her. At an age where most teenagers panic over a pimple, she has unabashedly accepted herself, in all of her transgender glory. Her unapologetic self-acceptance is contagious, making others not only take her, as she is, but also hopefully teaching them to appreciate and embrace people, who differ from themselves. I wish I had ten-percent of her self-esteem, and a hundred-percent of her ability to strut her ass down the hallways in heels like she’s heading for Milan.
The following conversation took place in my math class with one of her friends…and yes, they were both kidding, so don’t call the police.
Navaeh: “You better stop looking at me like that, or I’m gonna come over there with this pencil and shank your ass.”
D’Avonte: “You can try, but I’m gonna sllllllap you across your face and throw my wig at you.”
Seriously, how lucky am I to have these kids? I am so damn grateful that of all the jobs in the world…this is mine.