This Was Just a Wednesday
I was helping a couple of students on their writing assignment, and I asked them to draw on their own experiences, so in order to help stimulate their memories – I’d ask them to tell me a story about their mother, father, etc.
One student told me about how his uncle hated him, because he and his cousin would stay up late and play video games high. Then they’d raid the fridge, and his cousin would cook pancakes while they ate fried chicken at 3 in the morning. When I asked him about his cousin now, he told me he was locked up because he and his best friend robbed a liquor store at gunpoint while high. The gun jammed, and when his friend checked the gun barrel, it went off in his chest. He was charged in the accidental murder of his best friend. I asked him if he still keeps in contact with that cousin, and he said that they do. He writes and they talked two weeks ago, but he hadn’t seen him in to years because he’s not 18 yet.
Another student told me how she was waiting for her mother to be released. She hadn’t seen her mother since she was 7, and she was incarcerated for murder. She worked at a restaurant and then stabbed a customer. She told me how angry she once was at her mother, but the church allowed her to let it go – she’s happier than she was then. At one time she said she hated her mother for not being more responsible, because she had a child, but at the same time she learned to let go of her anger because she realized she had what other kids in the building or the area didn’t have – a second chance to happy family.
When I was done talking to her, I politely excused myself because I almost started crying in the class.
One student told me about how his uncle hated him, because he and his cousin would stay up late and play video games high. Then they’d raid the fridge, and his cousin would cook pancakes while they ate fried chicken at 3 in the morning. When I asked him about his cousin now, he told me he was locked up because he and his best friend robbed a liquor store at gunpoint while high. The gun jammed, and when his friend checked the gun barrel, it went off in his chest. He was charged in the accidental murder of his best friend. I asked him if he still keeps in contact with that cousin, and he said that they do. He writes and they talked two weeks ago, but he hadn’t seen him in to years because he’s not 18 yet.
Another student told me how she was waiting for her mother to be released. She hadn’t seen her mother since she was 7, and she was incarcerated for murder. She worked at a restaurant and then stabbed a customer. She told me how angry she once was at her mother, but the church allowed her to let it go – she’s happier than she was then. At one time she said she hated her mother for not being more responsible, because she had a child, but at the same time she learned to let go of her anger because she realized she had what other kids in the building or the area didn’t have – a second chance to happy family.
When I was done talking to her, I politely excused myself because I almost started crying in the class.
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