So, Pimp has entered my dreams.
In those dreams, I am Pimp's mother.
He has such latent intelligence. His sense of humor is fabulous. I'm gonna steal some of his journal entries to share with ya'll because they are a highlight of my everyday. Don't worry, he always wants to share with the class.
My mentor teacher told me that Pimp came up to her last week and asked her if he was her best ex-student. She said, "Well, are you passing all of your classes? My best ex-students pass all their classes." I dunno about the rest of his classes, but he was proud to share that he had a "B" in English.
I guess I have taken him under my wing.
But, today my baby decided it would be a good idea to take a roll of masking tape off my desk and construct a massive pair of testicles out of it. He taped them onto his pelvic area and pranced around class just 'aswingin. Each "ball" was literally the size of a baseball and they hung down about 8 inches.
Pretty brilliantly constructed. Totally inappropriate.
My momma would have given me a choice: the belt or the spoon (the big, wooden spoon). But, I don't have that option. I should probably send him to in-school suspension, but I really want to avoid that. He has been kicked out so much, so he shuts down and tunes out if he gets kicked out. So, maybe it's time I spoke with his real momma. I found a new number to try tomorrow. Let's see if she's on my side.