 In the Community
My School is Dangerous Too, Yo
Ari Nathanson, Quakertown High School Junior
So yo, I been hearin' a lotta talk lately about Philly schools bein' "persistently dangerous" an' shit–scufflin', thievin', all that–but what ain't nobody speakin' on is that my school–Quakertown High: yeeeyah, Q-T-H, beeyaatch–be dangerous as a mothafucka too, yo.
Check this shit: I been back up in this for jus' a few, and already I risked my neck over some bullshit. First off: las' week, my pops kicked me down his Benzie, right–and where you think I gotta park it? Yup, behind the school. I gotta walk my ass all the way around to the front door–and some of that concrete be crooked as a bitch! I'm sayin', yo, I might could jus' trip and bust my ankle or some shit!
And that ain't even in the school. I gots advisory on the third floor, and them staircases be dim as shit. I almost tripped twice already, nephew! Imagine that–me, A-N, bustin' his ass just 'cause the mothafuckin' janita ain't be puttin' a fresh bulb up in that shit.
Damn.
This triflin' shit jus' go on and on. In mothafuckin' AP French, the desks be crowdin', and I bruised up my knee jus' trying to sit down. In art class, we be doin' ceramics? And that kiln is hot as a motherfucker! And lemme just lay down two words on the shit I gotta deal wit' in gym class: wood fuckin' floors, B. They be waxin' the shit outta that shit, and I jus' know I'm'a bust my ass when we be doin' indoor soccer next week. Watch.
Mothafuckas be thinkin' it's all drama down in them Philly schools, and, yo, I could feel that. But there some shit goin' on up here, too, that ain't nobody be speakin' on. But I guess that's jus' the life of a pimp–you feel me? Yo, check it though, I'm out–I gotta hit up that cafeteria, B. Today they servin' that roast beef au jus shit–and you know that dippin' broth gone' be hotter than a motherfucker!
Damn. Jus' another day up in Bucks County, nah mean?
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