I hate the last few weeks of school. Not only do I have a ton of stuff to do, but my kids act like they have been locked in the Final Frontier Looney Bin with permission to do whatever they'd like.
I took a kid out in the hall today to discuss his sudden preoccupation with zinging fellow students with paperback novels... and do you know what his response was?
"Mrs. J., you're sexy."
What?!?!?! Cuss me, threaten me, whatever. Who says stuff like that when in trouble?
And, no, it didn't work. The thought of any of my students thinking I'm sexy makes me want to vomit. He still got in trouble.
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