Last Friday I went home during my prep and lunch periods. The break was from 10-11:30. I was leaving from substituting for a special education history teacher; I needed to pack my clothes for my trip to the Capital. While at home I indulged in the fruit of the earth right before I was supposed to return to work.
On the way back to my classroom, I was engaged by a student. The dialogue goes as follows:
Him: "This your classroom?"
Me: "Yes." (walks into classroom, turns on light, props open door and walks to desk)
Him: mumbles indistinctly
Me: "What?"
Him: mumbles again
Me: "What did you say...I can't hear you."
Him: (walks across room to desk) "How old are you?"
Me: "22."
Him: "Can I get your number?"
...........Awkward silence...............
Me: "NO!!!"
Him: "Why not?"
Me: "I'm 22 and you're a junior in high school."
Him: "Why?.....You played me!!!" (slumps out of classroom)
Me: "Really...why..."
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lololol...never tell them how old you are! That's ridiculous....I went on a field trip yesterday and some of the little boys at another school were singing "thick in the hips..." Go DIAF please.
Roflmao...the thing is he was actually attractive and then after I figured out where we were it was a definite no. If we would have been out I would have thought he was at least 20, so I would have entertained it for a bit. That song is GREAT though!!!
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