This semester I am fortunate enough to be interning at Peacock Collegiate. I am in an amazing classroom, with an amazing teacher, teaching math and science (sadly no art). There are so many wonderful things to talk about just not enough time in the day. I am so exhausted! Teaching is so draining that by the end of the day I’m ready for a nap.
And fortunately for me, the last class of the day is grade ten math… It’s a great class, if only they didn’t talk. This is an example of what I listen to:
kid 1: ya whats up mang?
kid 2: chillin you?
kid 1: dece bro.
kid 2: che-ya.
kid 1: i know mang.
kid 2: holy.
kid 1: dude, three day weekend.
kid 2: noice.
kid 1: dont worry about it.
kid 2: mang?
kid 1: dont worry about it.
kid 2: hey are you chillin or buying a calculator?
kid 1: thats just my chump change.
kid 2: you dont even know how to use it.
kid 1: yeah mang its all G.
kid 2: this pencil wreaks man.
kid 1: hey man. chill.
kid 2: principal man yeah he wouldnt even care about that shirt he’d be like ya man im ripping.
Now, I’m not that much older, but I can’t understand them at all. I know all this slang, I hear this slang around my own peers, but not this bad. They don’t make any sense, and I think they know this. Each time I hear the words “mang” and “chillin” I cringe.
I am taking a seriously long look at how I speak, I never want to sound like that. No more chillin for me I guess.
Dece bra mang, I’m out.
