touched

So this morning I took a shift from a girl at work. I teach swimming lessons so every time you take someone else's shift you end up meeting all your coworker's kids (for a past, present and future reference - that is what we refer to them as - OUR kids).

ANY WAY

I got to the 7/8 class which I never look forward to because they are usually teeming with violent, snot-nosed, disrespectful teenage boys who's only redeeming qualities seem to be that I can tell them to shut-up (ahaha, the power). I also was not given an attendance list because my coworker forgot to leave her binder for me blah blah blahso I had to ask each kid what their names were.Jennifer(not highly original NO offense to any Jennifer's out there) ...Jessica (again).Tayja (okay that is kinda neat).Sascha (for a guy that is pretty)Mon Kevin (???).and this little Asian guy was.

ELVIS.

I must have looked like an idiot, and sounded like one. I asked him in a very puzzled-are-you-serious tone, "YOUR NAME IS ELVIS?!"

And he's like, "Yup."

Then Sascha piped up and said that his birthday was the same day as the REAL Elvis's birthdayand I said, "Yes but it wasn't the same year." And he said "Uhh noooo?"

AND the whole time "Mon Kevin" decided not to participate. WOAH!

MORAL:
Do not stay up until 2:30 am the night before a morning shift at the pool. You in no way gain ANY more respect from teenage boys than the original amount that you never had.