Every day, when one of my students walks home, he either leaves through the west gate with my assistant (Ms. Garcia), or through the east gate with me (Ms. McMcerson).
Ms. Garcia: “Manuel, are you coming out my gate?”
Manuel: (yelling) “No! I’m going out with Miss McMcerson!”
Me: “Dude, STOP yelling that! You’re going to get both us in the newspaper!”
Now that is a truly sad state of affairs … meetings with doors open, even discipline, being continuously cautious about not even bumping against students. When I lean over to provide help in the classroom, I always hold my tie back … yes! For fear it will brush against a student. Ugh
Amen. Lol
And there awaits your 15 minutes of fame.
I was holding out for getting caught giving a senator a handie at a rest stop…
If only you were kidding. Sigh.
Ha! If only.
Reminds me of when I was teaching high school… we’re already had two very public cases of inappropriate teacher/student relationships that school year, and one of my favorite students, not thinking, put a note in a student-run monthly creative journal that said, “Is anyone NOT stalking Mr. [name redacted]?”
Needless to say, I just about shit my pants in fear.
Lmao!!! I’m going back up to HS next year. No more v-necks…
That’s my boy, Manuel. That’s my boy…
Ha! He’s soooo your secret love child.
Seeing the duck pic, reminds me of a conversation the wife had with one of her grade 1 students.
Student: My dog is really old.
Wife: How old is he?
Student: I don’t know, but he doesn’t even lay eggs anymore.
HA!!! Sounds like someone’s parent’s lied to him. I love that story…seriously, kids are the best.
That’s what the wife says. I’m still wondering about that…
Some say having teenagers is the punishment for enjoying sex.