I swear, these seventeen year old darlings write my blog posts for me.
School has been in session for a mere four days and already I am stockpiling the sweet nectar that leaves these teenagers' mouths for when I'm bone dry in the desert thirsting for a post idea.
Was that sentence a little hard for you to follow? Yah. Me too.
When asked to write down what their favorite things were to do, one student answered, "I like 1. Cars 2. Girls 3. Being a Hoodlum."
When asked to share their favorite experience of the summer:
"The best thing that happened to me this summer was I got my first kiss from a girl... who is not my relative."
"This summer I got in a fight with a kid. His name was Ceasar. He punched me in the face and fractured my nose. It was actually a good thing because my nose was born fractured (born fractured?!?) and my whole life it would just start randomly bleeding all the time. Ever since Ceasar punched it back into place I haven't had one nose bleed! I lost the fight but it was actually a good thing because his nose punch was a lot cheaper than surgery."
I don't want to be be premature, but I do believe it's going to be a good year.
School has been in session for a mere four days and already I am stockpiling the sweet nectar that leaves these teenagers' mouths for when I'm bone dry in the desert thirsting for a post idea.
Was that sentence a little hard for you to follow? Yah. Me too.
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| Two students who sit next to each other in third period. These young bucks come in all shapes and sizes nowadays, I tell you what! |
When asked to write down what their favorite things were to do, one student answered, "I like 1. Cars 2. Girls 3. Being a Hoodlum."
Which begs the question...
What exactly constitutes for being a hoodlum?
And can your English teacher be a hoodlum too?
Sounds a heck of a lot better than lesson plans...
When asked to share their favorite experience of the summer:
"The best thing that happened to me this summer was I got my first kiss from a girl... who is not my relative."
Naturally my mind started racing...
how many cousins has this kid made out with?
"This summer I got in a fight with a kid. His name was Ceasar. He punched me in the face and fractured my nose. It was actually a good thing because my nose was born fractured (born fractured?!?) and my whole life it would just start randomly bleeding all the time. Ever since Ceasar punched it back into place I haven't had one nose bleed! I lost the fight but it was actually a good thing because his nose punch was a lot cheaper than surgery."
Amen to that! A nose punch for everyone!
I don't want to be be premature, but I do believe it's going to be a good year.
