Sunday school, syphilis and sexiness...

We were talking about energy, work and power today in 8th grade science and I was trying to get them to think about how they use the words in everyday life and what they mean. And thus, I asked, "Who has the most power in the world today?" The answer, in my head, was Obama. The answer that at least three of them gave, in unison? "God!"

I'd like to reiterate: Science class is not Sunday school.
Though apparently they're learning something in religion...:-p

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I always enjoy the one liners I get from Ms. Brett. The other day I got a text from her that said, "The following words just left my mouth during class with the juniors: 'Rosie the Riveter did not have syphilis!'"

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I was walking around the circle of lab tables in class the other day, checking the juniors' homework. As I stopped to look at Light of my Life's homework, the girl next to him burped loudly. Still looking at the homework, I commented, "Well. THAT'S sexy..."
Light of my Life (hesitantly): Um, thank you?
Me: I'm talking about her burp, not your homework!

Fine. Rub it in.

The juniors were talking today about how old they are and what year they went to kindergarten and how 1998 was so long ago and they're so grown up and old now blah blah blah... At this point, one of them tried to rip on me for being old:
When did you go to kindergarten, Miss Book? Like, '93?

me: '88.

You should have seen the shock on their faces. It was hilarious :)

happy new year!

The interaction that prompted an impromptu anatomy lesson...
student 1: How many livers do we have?
student 2: Two, dummy!


I was multi-tasking today, trying to help proctor study hall in the library while also having four 8th graders retake a test across the hall. I collected all of the notebooks they could possibly cheat from and handed out tests, then ran across the hall to check on the library. Wannabe Gangsta came to get a test from me there (He had been getting something to write with. Who comes to make up a test without bringing something to write with???). I handed him the test and sent him back to the room, calling after him, "Don't cheat!"
He glanced over his shoulder and me and replied, "That's like God putting Adam and Eve in the garden and saying, 'don't eat this!'"
And thus, I spent the majority of my time sitting with them while they took the test...:-p


Light of My Life: Miss Book, I want to go to a prestigious college. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm a prestige whore.
Me: Oh, so is THAT why you go to this school?
(prestigious is pretty far down on the list of words that usually come to my mind...:-p)