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I'm so happy for you. Maturity is a beautiful thing!
It must be very gratifying to be teaching there instead.
It is good to hear about the level of concentration during an exam.
Michele sent me.
Isn't it wonderful? My middle schooler told me awhile ago that someone farted in her class, and the class became so obnoxious, the teacher had to start writing kids up!
NO ONE said anything? Not even the kid who ALWAYS has something to say?
-G
I am addicted to posts about farts - LOL!
(When I was a child I received the unflattering and inappropriate nickname of "Farty Marti" many years before my actual gaseousness - LOL)
Thank you for sharing your stories, they are always a pleasure to read!
Yes, but they all go down hill once they start working in an office.
I swear the men I work with are four year olds when it comes to potty humour in the office.
I had a kid who farted in class the other day; actually, it was less a fart than an aria, complete with arpeggio trills, and deep, wall-shaking baritone lulls.
The other students just stared at him in disbelief. I stared, too.
Funny thing, though, the kid was so engrossed in taking notes I don't think he knew he was doing it.
Can you see me? I'm pea green with envy. Even the slightest hint of a rude noise can derail my middle-school French class beyond recovery.
I miss teaching college students...
Damn I'm so immature.
Prednisone and Zithromax make a gaseous combination in me that sends the dog reeling.
We have a crow that squawks "Beware, Beware... The end is near! Beware!"
Ever since I came home on meds, the kids keep squawking about me "Beware... Beware! Her end is near!"
It isn't pretty. But then again they're only 5 and 8.
My mom says she could not do your job. Because SHE would have started laughing, and it all would have gone downhill from there!
Then again, my mom feels the need to announce every. Single. Fart. I. Emit.
Like she never does it!
Oh, and Michele sent me. My mom likes your blog, she will be back!
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