embarrasing moment #4,384

homeboy M, a hispanic student who once told me he didn't know how to type because computers don't exist in the ghetto, approached me after  class on monday.

"yo, judith," he nipped the tip of his nose with his thumb. "i know i didn't turn in my mid-term before spring break and i was wonderin' what i can do about it, cause, you know, i wanna be somethin' and i don't wanna drop your class and i know i messed up, so, you know, what can i do?"

i sighed and looked down at the stack of papers on my desk. this is the hard part of teaching for me. i want every possible student to stay in school, so i tend to bend, let them make up stuff late...

"look, what would you do in my situation?" i decided to flip the tables on him.

"i dunno, you know, i would maybe give me a late grade."

"no."

"really? no?" he spun on his heel and turned to leave."

"hey," i said. "i'm not finished talking yet."

"oh."

"well, i think you need to take a zero on this assignment. and then at the end of the semester, when you have turned in all the rest of your essays, i will drop the lowest grade."

his eyes lit up.

"and i'm not giving you any special privelages. if you read the syllabus you would have known that already," i winked at him and told him i'd see him on wednesday.

"yo," he said.

"yeah?"

"look, i don't want you to think i was looking or anything, but i gotsta tell you something." he looked around to make sure the room was still empty. he put his hands around his mouth and stage whispered,"you have a hole in your skirt."

"are you serious? where? on the side?"

"no, dude." again, he looked around. still whispering, he continued,"in the back. like, in the back, you know what i mean?"

"in the back-back?" my eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"yeah, dude."

fear. panic. shame.

"are you serious?"

he stared back at me as if he had a royal flush poker hand, and me, little me, had nothing.

"alright. thanks," i just wanted him to leave, and wanted us to pretend like this never happened.

"yo. i didn't look on purpose. i don't want things to be weird, you know?"

"yeah, i got it. thanks, M.  i mean, someone had to tell me, right? i'll see you wednesday."

i waited till he left and i made a mad dash for the bathroom. i turned and looked at my ass in the mirror.

sure 'nuff...big hole in my skirt where my ass crack lies. and the only thing i could think was how long had it been there? did everyone see?  did everyone laugh at me?

and the only thing i  could be grateful for was the fact that this was a day i actually chose to wear underwear. cause sometimes i'm too lazy.

for fuck's sake. and i have to face them all tomorrow. what a life i lead.

Comments

[jennifer]

that's awesome!

[aaron]

hooray for underwear!