- “I do not have a third boob!”
- “Stop being such a tool…box…” “Yeah, this room is already full of boxes.”
- “Can you take a submarine to Idaho?”
- “So they stop letting kids grind at school dances. They have to face each other now. Let’s just say there was a lot of dry humping of knees at the last dance.”
- “Quod nomen tibi est?” “Mihi nomen est Caligula!”
- “Oooh! Shiny!”
- “So Rome was sacked by the Goths, but not the kind that hang out in clubs or wish they were vampires.”
- “Why is he talking to a pig’s head on a stick?”
- “But that isn’t how we do things here…”
- “That’d be a booger. On my desk. Must be Monday.”
I had one of those weird moments today where a student made me rethink my entire opinion of him just by inadvertently revealing a hitherto unknown talent. The kid is nice enough, but not particularly organized and often does not do his homework. Seems to fit into a basic, nice guy jock kind of mold (think “Oz” from “American Pie”). Then today, I watched him, for no reason in particular other than to kill time during picture day in the school auditorium, bust into Pachelbel’s “Canon in D” on a vacant piano. When I asked him later how long he’d been studying piano, he told me he taught himself.
Just one of those small reminders that as a teacher I can’t let myself put kids in neat boxes or lower my expectations of what a student can do based on what I generally see from 7:30am to 2:00pm. There’s often something else going on beneath the surface.