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Nuggets of Wisdom
- Boy 1: You're calling me.
- Boy 2: For serious? [pulls out phone]
- Me: Apparently his butt really wanted to talk to you
- Boy 1: That was all made up in the boys' locker room.
- Me: What?
- Boy 1: Wait, what did you say?
- Me: His butt really wanted to talk to you?
- Boy 1: Oh... I thought you were talking about something else.
- Me: What were you talking about?
- Boy 1: Doesn't matter.
this is the 4th time I've been talking to a [male] student and this has happened.
- Boy: [Asks question]
- Me: Can you please remove your hand out of your pants while talking to me?
- Boy: Sorry- some things had to be adjusted.
mondays suck.
today i locked my keys in a closet. aka my office.
which wouldn’t have been so bad if 2 custodians and a vice principal couldn’t open it.
and then the head facilities and grounds person who is in charge of the whole district came in to save the day. which was great.
except for the fact that he’s the father of one of my students and i had to be like oh, i’m retarded and lock my keys in closets, but your son is awesome.
I need a nice font for the tattoo I want…
Comic Sans.sigh. I think I’m gonna go with a script? I don’t know…I guess I’ll have to work with an artist or something.
Any sugggggggestions?
everything i do for school is comic sans :)
on friday one of my kids had been absolutely horrible. he had been horrible the day before, but i thought i had gotten somewhere. so i just ignored him the entire period. he was rude and belidgerant the whole time.
so at the end of the period he was asking around for a dollar and no one would give him one cause he was being an ass. so i offerred him a dollar. he said “no. your money’s no good here”. i told him if he really needed a dollar, he’d take it. he took it and the rest of the class couldn’t believe i’d given him a dollar after how horrible he always is towards me. they also told me i’d never get it back. i told them i already knew that and it didn’t matter.
after class, i turned around and saw a dollar bill sitting on my overhead projector.
My dad always had these when I was little. I always kinda liked them.
Today I realized they taste like oatmeal cookies.
boy:girl-17:3
- Boy #1: Geez, put it away.
- Boy #2: Oh come on, I'll take it out and show it to you. What'd you think I was just going to whip it out in the middle of class?
- Me: Just put whatever you're touching away.
- Boy #3: Oh man, did he just take it out in class?
- Me: No, I don't think anything was actually taken out. But I still feel awkward listening to that conversation.
- Boy #3: Oh man. I just pictured it. My eyes are burning. Oh god. I think I'll have nightmares.
apparently i need to not get myself into conversations like these.
- Me: [boy], I love you, but put away your phone.
- Boy #2: Well you know, he's turning 18 in a few weeks.
- Boy: Yeah, I'll be legal.
- Me: ...

