Black is the New Black

Back to school. It was much harder this time around than the last, probably because I have an adorable 14-month-old that is no longer the main focus of my day. Instead, I'm now responsible for 165 unruly adolescents who want nothing to do with me, as I'm forcing them to write essays instead of sleep until noon. That said, there was a transaction worth mentioning that pretty much sums up my first week:

Student: Miss, you're black on the inside.

Me: What?

Student: You're black on the inside.

Me: Wait, like black as in awesome?

Student: If you have to ask, then you get demoted back to white.

Damn it; I was so close.