Why I won’t teach in public school again
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Before I was a mom it would’ve sounded weird. Now I’m a mom and this is normal
life.
I met my wife in the fall of 2002. I had just graduated number 10 in the class from George Washington Carver Magnet High School. I sold, and smoked, weed most of the summer. Had never done either before then by I always knew it was there if need be. Although I had a full scholarship to Texas Southern University, I had no idea what I was going to do before the semester started. Nobody in my family had ever been to college. Shit I had only been on campus one time. So I looked around and saw all of my friends had started smoking weed. I was good at math and always had a business acumen, so it made sense for me to be the new supplier. Along with that lifestyle, comes with a lot of other randomness that happen that summer too. Dumb shit.......but entertaining. Maybe I'll share some of that at another time. My friends, this is a love story.
Right before the college semester started, I got a job working at Convergys. It's a call center company. We took Yahoo based calls for personal ads. At this time, Yahoo ran everything. I wanted to be a systems administrator at the time, so I was also starting my career as an IT professional. That's what took me out the weed game which I had never planned on staying in. On the music side I was still battling on my downtime but didn't really see money in it so I didn't take it seriously. My hood ass girlfriend at the time got herself another street nigga when I left the streets. Fucked around and visited her on a lunch break and found him at the house. The square shit wasn't as entertaining as the stories I had slanging 3 for 10's all over the northside. So I'm not really chasing women at the time. I'm focused on being the man. Overall though, life was headed in the right direction. I have a job in my field, the first in my family to go to college, no kids, and I was gonna be a professional and make paper. When I get to college, I meet black people that were nothing like me. They came from all over the world. And I was pretty much the most hood cat up there. I was new to all this college shit but I had the brains to rock wit the best of them so I immediately became an asset for tutoring. I met this really super smiley chick from Madison, Wisconsin. I was captivated by her. I wasn't in love with her but I needed to be around her all the time because she seemed content. I was NOT content. I was on a mission to change the world and I needed something stable to have my back. She was fearless and was able to teach me a lot about all kinda shit. Like snow. I still was getting over my breakup so I came to college to handle biz. I wasn't worrying about women because this was my only shot. She knew how to cook and I had some money from the job so we made a deal. I buy the food if she cooks it. She also had cable, so I sat at her house all day and listened to the R&B music channel. I didn't grow up with cable. So life was perfect. Go to school, go to work, get some grub, jame some music, go to the hood, repeat. This went on for about 2 or 3 months. Completely platonic domestic relationship. One day, I invite Tristan Jones, a friend of mine from high school who I didn't know went to the same college, over to her house for food and kool-aid. This was pretty much my hangout spot every day when I had time. Either that, or I was back in Acres Home mingling wit the natives. When we finished jamming music and grubbing, we got up to leave. Right after we got outside, he says, "She kinda cute". I leaned back in the doorway, looked at her, and said "She is huh?" I had never thought about her like that. The next day I came back to her on some "We're either going to be something, or nothing. I'll give you some time to think about it and get rid of whoever you entertaining. But we can't only be friends no more. I'm not going to be sitting over here liking you without you liking me. I'll find something else to do. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" type shit. She wasn't sure at first. But she came around. That conversation lead to a 10 year marriage. We broke up plenty of times for various reasons. We survived all kinds of craziness that I might go into one of these days. But HERE WE ARE!! A dynamic 10 year marriage that is full of God, love, trust, collaboration, and a mutual support system from both sides of the family. 3 children later. Only by learning what The Bible says about marriage gave me the courage to marry her. We celebrated this 10 year wedding anniversary during December of 2017. We rented a hall and grabbed our closest friends and family to celebrate. We wanted to show our families that marriage is great when it's done intentionally. Her father was able to walk her down the aisle and "give her away". That was nice. Our friends gave us toasts. The music was awesome and things are great. I hope you believe in marriage the way that I do. I know you may not be used to this much transparency from a rapper but......welcome to my thoughts. You might be doing the math on this relationship. We had 5 years of not being married before we got married. That's when all the crazy shit happened. Gap filled. I look forward to many more years with my wonderful wife. I would love to hear some love stories from my readers. You can either leave them in the comments or email them at [email protected] under the subject "Marriage Thuggin". I'll post interesting ones on the blog. Happy Valentines week!!!! Stay tuned for new developments about music and merchandise becoming available. Facebook should have an eye roll emoji button. I’d use that joker all the time!
Seriously just a few things that I’d use the eyeroll emoji for: Anything that starts off talking about what the current president did or said. If anything this man does or says shocks you then you haven’t been paying attention. I have a few opinions and theories about the 45th administration but I’ll sound like a conspiracy nut. So not sharing those. At least not right now. When people post pictures of food. I’m not judgy about what you think a delicious meal looks like.... but sometimes the stuff people post isn’t it for me. Everything on the plate shouldn’t be yellow. Diversify. I’m a particular eater. My food should look good or I am going to struggle with eating. Yeah, they say it all goes down the same way but if it looks like a pile of wet cornmeal I’m gonna have a hard time. That’s partly why I don’t share as many homemade meal pics on my page as I used to. I add that stuff to pinterest. I appreciate those people that use instagram for those food pics. What I think looks good might not be it for the next person. Those few people who log in to social media just to tell all their business. Some things should stay private. If you need serious help then maybe a group message or a post that asks for suggestions, recommendations, or flat out help. But I don’t think the whole world needs to know all the secret stuff you should tell your bestie. Or the stuff you’d say to a priest during confession. Maybe keep those things off your main wall. Requests for games or any other app. And chain messages/posts. There are some posts that have been floating around since Facebook went public. You see this face? I've seen this face on people all around the world. All ages. All races. I've even worn this face for years and years. I'm not sure what it means on this man, but I know what it meant for me. Right now I feel like there are a lot of people with this face. People are tired of life. People are tired of other people's shit. People are tired of liars and thieves. People are tired of fake ass phony people. People are even tired of happy people. People are tired of people.
When I used to have this face, I was tired of being boxed in. I knew it was a bigger world out there and I felt like I couldn't get to it. I didn't really know what was out there but I knew it was something more than what I interacted with at the time. Shit there were even some things that were right in front of me that I missed out on. I didn't know exactly what it was but I knew it was something. There's no way I would be a corporate thug if I had ever been exposed to a studio as a teenager. So instead of getting to that studio, I made this face. There were studios all around me that I didn't access for whatever reason. I did the best I could with what I thought I had at the time. I was boxed in. Momma didn't box me in. Momma said I could do anything except be a lawyer. Only because lawyers lied and I didn't do that well. Now that I have better communication skills, I probably could have been an honest lawyer. I've studied how people deflect instead of lying and I coulda did that all day long. So who boxed me in? I really think I did. The box was built for me by somebody else but I didn't have to stay in the bitch. When my wife moved here, she took a bus all around the city and found out more about it than I even knew. She told me "Did you know that there's a skating rink at the mall?" Hell naw I didn't. I had never been to the Galleria. Boxed in. I had a lot of people pull me out of that box and now I'm stone cold crazy. I can go anywhere and do anything. It's all because of the things that learned from other people. And that's why I LOVE people. People can do some fucked up shit but people are also capable of bringing the best out each other. So I don't make this face as much no more. Well......I wouldn't recommend making this face for the same reason that I made this face. This dude may just be in between smiles. I was fucked up. Get out the box. Don't let this world box you in at all. Hopefully you can find somebody that believes in you the way people believe in me. But, if you don't have that person, leave a comment and maybe you can find one. Dueces. |
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