After my first grad class last night, I went outside to go call Macy's about the fact that I never received a bill which I should have received about 2 weeks ago.
Standing on a crisp evening, still light out at 6 o'clock because we have finally hit spring, I talked to a very nice lady in customer service on the phone. She explained to me how best to make sure that I got my payment in on-time, even with the confusion with the mail.
Anyways, about half way through the conversation, five of my students walked outside after their College Now classes that they take twice a week at the City College which I take my graduate classes at. As I saw them leave, I shouted from my admittedly too casual pose on the handicap ramps, "Hey Guys." They turned around, said "Heyyy," and one continued to shout, "Mr. Buchbinder -- you Ghetto." I couldn't help but laugh.
Maybe I am learning something.
A 22-year-old first year high school teacher in the Bronx, living in New York for the first time...making sure to write about things that have little to do with the former and everything to do with the latter
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