Short Notes: Lo Que No Ves

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A few short notes:

– What I’m Listening To:

Zion, “Zun Da Da”
Babyface, “Wonderful Tonight” (originally by Eric Clapton)
Juan Luis Guerra, “El Niagra en Bicicleta”

– I was getting my students in line when some conversation came up about candy between me and the kids in the front. Each of the students said a piece of candy they liked. Then one of them says, “I know what I like to eat, Mr. Vilson. I like to eat women!” I literally stopped, gave him one of these:

Naruto Confused  and Laughing Kitten

I had to turn around so they didn’t have to see my tears going up the stairs. I’m not sure if he knows what he was saying, so I really didn’t reprimand him for that. In other arenas, I’ve been known to say things like that too.

– A third of my student population either has relatives I’ve taught or know, or they look like people I’ve taught or know. I feel like Jose Arcadio Buendia in 100 Years of Solitude. If you don’t know anything about that book, get familiar.

PostSecret: This postsecret still freaks me out.

Police Line

– Sexy sexy. I love suggestive pictures.

Shakira Oral Fixation

– Much of my reading consists of blogs that highlight the negative aspects of life in the hopes that someone will hear us out and change what’s going on. Yet, if we don’t concentrate on the positive, we lack balance. I love getting enthralled in political discussion as much as the next person, but those discussions often become murky. Education can’t be all bad right? Right …

– “The Screamer and me” by Jose Vilson

Shorty wop with a fro dome
Rising 2 inches above his 4.5 foot frame
Basketball dreams
Chipped tooth gap
Smooth and cute smile
Pistol full of bullets that he is
Before my fingers rub together
Airing out that snap
He does just that
Screeching expletives and semi-curses
To the ceiling, to the next student, to the heavens
G_d’s cursed his family
His mother’s in and out of the hospital
He yells for attention, and he’ll get it by any means
He’s the least conspicuous, the most dangerous
His rage a decade his senior
The legacy of negativity from the educational system
Falls once again on him,
And he revels in the inevitability
He meets me with the same devious tricks
I meet him with water
I call out his soul when the body ramparts his sensitivities
He’s rejected everywhere he goes
His home is torn
But he’s too blind to see the home I’ve made
He’s never been approved of
But I bother him until he gets to the next class
He screams “Oh my G_d!”
And G_d answers with my patience …

jose, who’s always willing to discuss topics people feed to him, too ;-) …

About Jose Vilson

José Luis Vilson is a math educator, blogger, speaker, and activist. For more of my writing, buy my book This Is Not A Test: A New Narrative on Race, Class, and Education, on sale now.

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    1. I’ve worked with young people before and when they used to say stuff like that I was RUBBISH at stifling my mirth! That combination of the slightly innocent but blatant cheekiness with rude impertinence would have me rolling around on a regular basis. One of the many, many reasons I would be a rubbish teacher…

    2. Post Secret is one of my favourite blogs and that secret is one which stood out to me too. There is so much thought provoking and heartbreaking stuff on there it’s almost too much…

    3. Shakira’s a pretty girl but… anyway. Tsk.

    4. Another fantastic poem Jose, very evocative. Love this bit:

    “Pistol full of bullets that he is
    Before my fingers rub together
    Airing out that snap”

    Quick question Jose: why remove the letter “o” from the word God? I’m intrigued.

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