Our First Day of School

First off the teacher’s aid had a lace front bob and a slight mustache... now on with the blog.

I remember my first day of public school in the states, it was a fucking nightmare I cried and cried and cried. And that was before my mother left me in the classroom full of ugly kids. Apparently Madi is immune to ugly people, she grew up in the states all her life so she’s accustom to bald headed little girls with sparse cornrows, bearded/mustached women and little boys with bad braids that look months old. Madi is also an anti-social ass, if you’re talking to her and she doesn’t know you she automatically shuts down. She’s used to doing things on her own time so she wasn’t really getting into the groove of the structure they were trying to lay down but her acting out isn’t even noteworthy.

Standing outside of the club I mean the school...
Maybe mommies didn’t dress like this when I was I little rug rat or I just wasn't paying attention, either way my eyes are open now. These mothers were dressed to party, maybe it’s a Monday morning breakfast club I don’t know about. Every 4th chick toting a child behind her had them titties out and front cleavage on blast. Short skirts and high heals; tight jeans and low cut shirts I almost wanted to ask “Where you about to go? Where you work at?”

Daddy you’re a joke...
The entire class room was quiet except for the teacher introducing Mr. Butterfly, then my man Ian stands up and turns to his dad and says “Daddy you’re a joke” loudly. It took every fiber in my body not to laugh. I actually felt my body temperature rising while holding back the laughter. That was just the beginning with my man Ian who looked as if he was a baby linebacker. He wasn’t going for shit anyone was telling him. You want me to sit criss-cross applesauce (Pre-k for Indian style), FUCK THAT I'm going to stand here and look at you stupid. Oh dad you going to force me to sit down well you are going to have to stand here and hold me down because as soon as you let go I’m back up doing me. Its book reading time, FUCK THAT and FUCK THAT hungry caterpillar it’s time for me to play with these blocks. I spent most of my day waiting for Ian to pop off than I did listening to the teacher.

Old lady with the goatee don’t put that play food in your mouth...
Some poor little girl who is way too young to be embarrassed had the awful luck to have her bearded grandmother escort her to the first day of school. Grandma spent more time adjusting those droopy grandma titties than she did interacting with her grandchild. When she finally got them titties perfectly adjusted her grandchild and my daughter just happen to be at the same play station (the kitchen). Her granddaughter served her plate after plate of plastic food and this old biddy put her poly-grip dentures on every fake pea carrot and piece of chicken she got handed. I wanted to pour hand sanitizer in her mouth and yell “stop biting the play food you old fool”.

Yeah I wish I could get me a part time gig as an assistant principal
Jean DeGrate AKA Mr Feenie