Oh, the things they will say

As they work on a Christmas storybook

Boy: "Ms. C, do you think this looks weird?"

Me: "I don't know; does it?" (I am looking at a stick man--or, more precisely, the head of a stick man. There's not much to comment on.)

Boy: "Don't you think it has too much charisma for a poor boy?"


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Boy: "This deodorant that he sprayed on me--it smells like my aunt's house!"


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After discovering that my stapler actually staples in reverse (prongs bent outward instead of inward), the 8th graders decide they each need a souvenir staple on a Post-It, which also needs to be autographed by me

Me: "Have you ever had a teacher autograph so many things for you before?"

Boy: "You'd better get famous!"

At lunchtime, two of them tell me their brilliant plan: to be my bodyguards once I find this predicted fame.

Boy: "And we'll get paid."

Me: "Well, you'd better start lifting weights."

Boy: "You need to get famous today, because I need that money tomorrow."