lufy

Not much going on in my life. The semester is winding to a close and things are just busy, busy, busy. Just a couple more days and I get to go back to Philly for Christmas break.

Pardon the vanity, but I have to share this photo. It was taken when I was chaperoning our school's homecoming dance a little while ago.



I think I'm going to appropriate this look as my alter-ego.

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Time for favorite student anecdotes!
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One of my ex-students said this in French class the other day:

Teacher: Alright everyone. We're going to look over the vocab. I think it was in chapter four...no, chapter three. Yes. It's got to be in chapter three.
Student: [raises hand] I think you mean it's in chapter GAY.

Overheard in the halls this morning (keep in mind that girl #1 is a horrifically spoiled 16-year-old who's had everything in life handed to her on a fucking silver platter):

Girl #1: So I told her, guess what, Mom, you can't force me to do anything anymore.
Girl #2: Yeah?
Girl #1: I'm just so sick of her. In two years I'm going to be out of the house and out of her life and I'll never have to see her or deal with her bull shit again.
Girl #2: Totally.
Girl #1: I mean, if I have to live with her I'm going to go crazy. I'd rather starve to death on the streets than have to put up with her any more!
Girl #2: ...
Girl #1: I swear, I'm going to run away and join a nunnery or something.
Girl #2: You? In a nunnery?
Girl #1: ...or maybe a whore house.
[both girls laugh an insipid valley-girl laugh]

Ahhhhhhhh. I can't wait to have teenage girls of my own.