Ghettojuice

There just isn't anything else like the fresh scent of a sweaty teenager on a hot spring day. I find myself in Topeka, KS, yet again. Topeka is right up there with Counciltucky on my "Things I would rather kill myself than do" list. So it's unusually hot for April yesterday, about mid 80's. And the high school I was speaking in did not want to turn on their air yet, because who knows if it might be snowing next week. Add a few ovens going (remember I speak in culinary rooms) and about 25 teens, half of which are overweight, and you can imagine the scent. I would compare the scent to one of the stores that typically goes by the name of something like, "La Mexicana," "El Mezcal," "La Tienda," you get the picture. And if you have ever walked into one of these stores you know the scent I am describing, as well. So I gave about four presentations talking like Whitney Port because I chose not to breath through my nose. I ended almost every word with "ink." And these kids were naughty. As soon as they heard I was not making them fried chicken and serving kool-aid on the side they were pissed. I'm not kidding either, I'm not trying to stereotype by using these two examples, this was out of their mouths, not mine. And side note- kool aid with about 3 extra cups of sugar plus maple syrup is commonly referred to as "Ghetto Juice." In case you ever find yourself in a situation where someone offers you this drink, now you will know. I asked if it tasted like Jungle Juice, but this question only brought on more blank stares, which is probably a good thing now that I think back. Only five more weeks I keep telling myself. I can do this. I think the thing that just irritates me the most is the fact that I feel like my time is more worthy than getting disrespected by highschoolers all day. It's like I am devaluing myself by having this job or something. I mean I used to not get out of bed for less than 10,000 dollars. Or maybe that was Naomi Campbell, I don't know, it doesn't really matter. The fact is that I always envisioned that was what it would take for me to get up in the morning. Now I get up for free, well I guess technically this isn't completely true- today I did receive a nice little keychain from the teacher that said Topeka Public Schools.