Two of my favorite students (we totally have favorites; teachers who say they don't are lying) were working together on a project in class last week. Both students are extremely proud African American girls, as should be evident by this conversation:
Girl 1: Daaaang, Ms. Scherer. You gettin' kinda big!
Girl 2: Kinda? You done popped out!
Me: Is this a good thing?
Girl 1: Oh, for sure. You know how some pregnant ladies be all skinny all over, but then have the belly?
Me: I think that's kind of cute.
Girl 2: Ugh. That's so ugly.
Girl 1: I know, right? You look good, Ms. Scherer. You fillin' out like a pregnant lady ought to.
Girl 1 had told me previously that she has 11 (yes, 11) siblings. She knows what a pregnant lady ought to look like.
Later in the same class period, the two girls stopped me again.
Girl 1: Ms. Scherer, we decided we gonna buy you a present. What you havin? A boy or a girl?
Me: We don't know. It's going to be a surprise.
Girl 2 (to Girl 1): Here's what we gonna do. I'll buy a girl outfit, you buy a boy outfit, then we'll return the one we don't need.
Me: You ladies don't have to buy me anything. But you know, they do make gender-neutral baby clothes.
Girl 1: Snap! Ms. Scherer, that's why you the teacher, not us.
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I love all of this. I can totally hear this conversation taking place!
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