On the Class After Lunch....

Upon seeing me hold my head briefly after lunch:
Jake: (in exaggerated stage whisper) "Hey! She has a headache! We're supposed to be quiet."

Meg: "She never said she had a headache. She said her head hurt."

Ben: "It's the same thing, Meg."

Anne: "Shhhhhhhh."

Max: "SHHHH!"

Me: "You know, if all of you people who are trying to quiet down the rest of the people would actually just stop talking, the room would be a lot less noisy."


Writing Prompt--"If my parents had to spend a week as 8th graders, they would..."
John: "They'd fail. J/k they'd do 'aight'."

Kate: "They would be in a very bad mood all the time and they would die because I wouldn't help them with their homework."

Tyler: "My dad would barely be able to pass, because he's so disorganized. But my mom might do okay."



On the front whiteboard:

George: "Is the answer to the trivia question 1 1/2?"

Mandy: "That's the date, George."



(I hear a desk tip over at the back of the room)

Me: "Not cool. What are you guys doing?"

Peter: "I'm sorry. He had a frappucino that looked appetizing."

Me: "I understand--you have no self control. Sit down. Andy, why am I always telling you to sit down?"

Andy: "Peter attacked me."

Peter: "It's true. I did."


Completely out of nowhere:
Peter: "Sometimes I wish I was a midget so I could do funny things. Like go into a McDonald's on stilts. You know."

Andy: "haha."

Peter: "There was this guy sitting at a bar and then another midget comes in and sits next to her. They're dating because it's a guy and a girl. Then a third midget walks in and says 'that's my girl!' and they all get into a fight, and the paramedics walk in....and they're all midgets."

Andy: "Hahahahaha."