My daughter was ending her first week as a freshman in highschool today when she moved past a group of ghetto black girls who were blocking the way. She politely said "Excuse me" as she moved by. However, the leader of the pack decided to give her a hard time. My daughter does not know how to back down, and so she stood firm by her right to pass through the hallways.
Now, you need to know that my daughter is highly intelligent. She struggled with autistic type behaviors when she was younger but she is a gifted pianist, writer, and also excels in science and math. She is not a Barbie Doll but doesn't seem to want to look like everyone else. She dresses like a homeless person on purpose. She's a bit of Daria and Gilda Radner rolled into one. She is very unique and her teachers love her for it... she's a pain in the ass at home but I am very proud of her. Anyway.
Within a few moments, my daughter and her very petite and frightened friend were surrounded by ghetto chicks. "FIGHT... FIGHT... FIGHT!" was starting to be chanted.
"What's your name?" asked the big black chick.
"My NAME is Shaniqua Tiquana!" is what my very special child answered.
There was an extended silence. My daughter thought to herself, Oh my God, what did I just say???? (She says that in her mind, she heard "My Name is Inigo Montoya! You Killed my father... prepare to die!)
The black girls started cracking up and let her go on her way.
:laugh:
Now, you need to know that my daughter is highly intelligent. She struggled with autistic type behaviors when she was younger but she is a gifted pianist, writer, and also excels in science and math. She is not a Barbie Doll but doesn't seem to want to look like everyone else. She dresses like a homeless person on purpose. She's a bit of Daria and Gilda Radner rolled into one. She is very unique and her teachers love her for it... she's a pain in the ass at home but I am very proud of her. Anyway.
Within a few moments, my daughter and her very petite and frightened friend were surrounded by ghetto chicks. "FIGHT... FIGHT... FIGHT!" was starting to be chanted.
"What's your name?" asked the big black chick.
"My NAME is Shaniqua Tiquana!" is what my very special child answered.
There was an extended silence. My daughter thought to herself, Oh my God, what did I just say???? (She says that in her mind, she heard "My Name is Inigo Montoya! You Killed my father... prepare to die!)
The black girls started cracking up and let her go on her way.
:laugh:
