On a more serious note
I don't work during the summer and have only just started to prepare for classes starting this month so I went to a meeting of faculty. We just got a new principle and they started instituting new policies that aren't necessarily popular. We have a program called the International Baccalaureate and because of budget we had, until just recently, not renewed the contracts of several of its teachers. In order to fill the classrooms the choir and theatre teachers were pulled to teach them unless they could fill more theatre and choir classes, which had been on the decline. The good news is that the teachers were all brought back this year so the classes have their normal teachers. Oddly enough the new Principal is still demanding that the choir classes fill or the teachers take over some of the AIM history classes. Now I'm not one to argue with the administration but those two teachers have been here longer than any other educator on campus and one of them is not far from retiring. They should be shown a measure of respect and be allowed to keep their classes even if they're not as full as they were a few years ago. I confronted the guy about this and he told me in no kind terms that I could mind my own subject to which I reminded him I was involved as a History teacher. He didn't take this well and I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you're moving with your aunt and uncle in belair. I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed up suitcase and sent me on my way, she gave me a kiss and she gave me a ticket, I put my Walkman on and said might as well kick it. First class, yo dis is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of bel-air livin' like? Hey, this might be all right. But wait, I hear their prissy, Bourgeois and all that, is this the kind of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there, hope they're prepared for the prince of bel-air. The plane landed and when I got out there was a dude looked like a cop standing there with my name out, I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here so I sprang like a flash, like lightning disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but nah, yo home to bel-air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
Dang.
