Back in grade school, I had a lovely but somewhat sassy teacher named Mrs. Lemora. She was a black woman who was kind and very intelligent but since we are in the south (texas) you could really hear the “ghetto” edge in her voice if she was speaking passionately about something or reprimanding someone. Like the kind of woman who would roll their neck and speak somewhat slurry in Ebonics. Nonetheless it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary since we were from a very black dominated part of town. I really liked Mrs. Lemora because she was the perfect balance of nice and understanding but not so much as to let unruly student walk all over her. To this day my favorite thing she ever said was when all the students were scurrying around trying to find their materials or something and then their seats. I sat down before most of the others and saw her walk into the classroom and stand in the front looking at her kids patiently but with a bit of a contorted face before drawing out the “ghetto” tone in the funniest way:
Mrs Lemora: “Yall up in here running aroun’ like a bunch of little ANNTS!”
In heighsight it probably wasn’t that funny, but the way this intelligent woman flipped over her tone and so accurately described what they all indeed looked like just stuck with me. I just couldn’t forget about it even years later. To this day if I happen to be around kids and a similar situation arises I do my best to mimic her tone and everything saying the same thing. Its funny how certain things stick to you. Ants. Pfft.