Consequently, the number of Caucasian children has been dwindling for years." Without raising his hand, I heard a different boy yell out. "Over the years, we've seen a huge increase in the number of African American children. Moving on!" I flipped to the next slide and began to read it. "I.I don't know.but that's not really appropriate to talk about. "Do you think it's because their husbands just couldn't give them what the slaves could give them?" Every word he said reminded me of my lost girlfriend. Why do you think the wives began breeding ONLY with the slaves?" He asked, with a clever little smirk.
This has led to the huge numbers of African Americans we see today." I looked over my shoulder to the students and noticed that one of them had his hand raised. Against the will of the landowners, white wives began breeding with the slaves at an alarming rate. "During the period of slavery in the United States, only the strongest and biggest African men were shipped over to the colonies.
I swallowed my discomfort and began the lecture. All I could hear was her voice in my head telling me that I wasn't a real man compared to her black lover. I couldn't help but think back to what my girlfriend told me. I inserted it into the computer and opened up the file called: The Rise of African Culture in America. Brown has prepared a quick PowerPoint presentation that I'm supposed to show." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flash drive. I tried my best to ignore him and the rest of the class. Brown." The student folded his arms in an arrogant manner. "If there's one thing that I've learned in this 's that you'll never be able to measure up to Mr. Brown today." The entire classroom erupted in laughter. "Hey! We don't use that kind of language in the classroom." I said, with the manliest voice I could make. I quickly calmed myself by remembering that it's not these children's fault that my girl left me. I could feel the hatred for black bubbling up inside of me. Even though they were all seniors, they looked very young to me. About 30 black boys sat at their desks, staring at me with strange looks on their faces. As I turned around to face the classroom, I was caught off guard. I opened the door and walked over to the desk. I needed to put aside my jealously and anger, and do my job. Every night, I lay in bed wondering what I could have done differently. She told me that she could only stand being with black men from now on. Still, to this day, I don't understand why she left me. I recently lost my girlfriend of 4 years to a black man. Even worse was that everyone in the school district was black. This was my first teaching job, fresh out of college. Almost the entire student body was composed of black students. Walking through the hallways, it was evident that this was a very.'urban'.school. Thanks!" I took the flash drive and left his office. All you have to do is present this to the class." ".He prepared a PowerPoint presentation for you. Here." He opened up a folder and took a flash drive from it. "You substitute teachers really don't pay attention, do you? Mr. What am I teaching again?" He just shook his head with disappointment. You'll be filling in for him just for today. "I know you're new here, and not familiar with how things work around here.but I need you to focus.
My attention was drawn away from him by the golden name plate on his desk that read: Mr. The huge black man standing in front of me looked pissed off. Richardson, are you even listening to me?" I snapped back to his attention. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone. WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. The classroom is a senior level course and is populated by all students of senior level education (18yrs) NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age.