The students are sitting at their desks, working on copying a Hallowe'en Poem onto a piece of paper. Sam finishes early, and starts pestering other students. I walk over to see if I can find something for you to do.
Sam: "Mrs. Johnson, are you married?" (It's either hit or miss with my name (no pun intended)... I only stress "MISS" (not Ms. or Mrs.) on occasion)...
me: nope.
Sam: "are you single?"
me: yup
Sam: "have you ever dated anyone?"
me: yup (if one can count a junior high romance...)
me: yup (if one can count a junior high romance...)
Sam: "You should go on eharmony."
me: hmmm... Are you ready to work on your newspaper project now? [while internally dying of laughter]
...a few minutes later, one of the girls confided in me "Miss Johnson, Sam wasn't being very nice earlier. He said you should go on eharmony..."
[commence internal laughing]
me: Well, it's ok... mumblemumble...
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