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!”