People rarely assume the truth.
When they hear my stories, most of the time I get asked what grade I teach and I get to enjoy their shocked expression when I tell them, I teach high school. Their jaws drop even further when I tell them which high school I teach at… and I’m stuck between amusement at the stereotypes our school can’t get rid of and irritation that they potentially think I’m not “urban high school teacher material.”
I realize that is a jump in logic and probably not what they intended… they probably listen to my stories and think, oh how cute that a 4th grader would say that, but then I crush their preconceived notions and now they see some tattooed thug looming over me. It’s just not like that! Sure, there is a gang presence (what public high school doesn’t? Be honest!) but I haven’t been loomed over since I worked in suburbia. True story.
I realize that these stories are pretty funny. Kids to say the darndest things! But if I was really honest with you, I’d have to admit that some of these stories are actually sad. Not just because urban youth said it; I’ve mixed in some material from when I worked in suburbia, when I substitute-taught in several districts in all grade levels, and when I tutored at a local learning center. They’re sad because high school students say them.