These last few days I’ve been thinking hard about our youth today.
I wrote yesterday on one of my students and how he’s being charged with MURDER.
Last month one of my favorite students was KILLED when he was driving a stolen jeep which turned over and threw him out of it. I was sick when I found out that it was HIM. I had seen the story on the news.. never in a million years thought it would be him.
What I LOVED about him……he was loving underneath all his BADNESS. LOL He worked my nerves every day I saw him. I would talk to him everyday, all day about his behavior, cursing, and just being bad. He was a big baby, that needed attention. I could see it in his eyes and the things he said. HE use to make me SO angry sometimes, that I would wish he wouldn’t come to school for a whole week. Thing is… LOL LOL He came to school every single day. He hardly ever, ever missed. He use to get mad at me when I kicked him out of the hallways and lunch period. One day he was soooooooooooo mad at me, that I was happy…. that meant he wouldn’t get on my nerves. So when he was around me he wouldn’t talk much.
I really grew to LOVE him.. no matter what he got into. I really loved this boy. No matter how “bad” I just call him bad…. but no matter how challenging he was….when I saw him.. I could feel my face light up when he walked into the room. Because I knew he was either going to be silly that day and get on my nerves, or be in one of those moods where he was begging me or bugging me about something. Gosh.. I’m going to miss him. We called him D. Woods. Deangelo Woods was his name. His nickname was Pooney.
Everybody in the whole school knew him because he was always picking on somebody. I use to talk to him all the time about getting himself together and not dying in these streets. I loved that lil boy, but I knew that his days were numbered. I could see it in his walk,eyes, and life. I hated what I saw…. but I know these streets and I know that at times… he just didn’t care. I loved him.. even though he use to make me so mad with him at times. He was still a kid to me, and he was one of those boys that needed just a little more attention.As a MOTHER… I knew that. Below is also a link to the NEWS REPORT here in Detroit on his story.