Yeah, in Detroit in the Fifth Grade I had a teacher named Mrs. Rawlings.
She liked to say smart mouthed stuff like "You have the brains of a squished ant" and "Did your mother have any children that lived?" and it didn't take long for me to really appreciate her humor.
I started saying the same stuff to anyone that happened to be in my way.
If anyone taught me how To be a punk, it was Mrs. Rawlings.
I stopped say "Yes Ma'am " and "No sir" and started to say "yep" and "nope".
"Please" 'Thank you" and "You're Welcome" went right out the window.
When we moved back to Texas i remember my 7th Grade teacher asked me if I didn't know how to say "No ma'am".
My reply?
"Nope"
Friday, April 03, 2015
HOW I CAME TO BE A PUNK
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And just how were you restored to using those niceties? Had I done as you did, my mother would have buried me, then gone to prison...
We moved back to Texas. My re-education in the art of Southern Gentility began.
Hi E!
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