It's been over a month since my last edition of Things Teenagers Say. You can check out the previous crazy things that I have overheard in my classroom in Volume One and Volume Two.
Me: Today we are going to be learning about polynomials! Aren't you guys excited?
Student: Why would we be learning about party animals? I'm confused...
Student: Doesn't the US cover all seven continents?
Me: No. Let's take a look at this globe.
Student: This globe must be wrong. My seventh grade geography teacher told us that the US was on all seven continents.
(I guess the globe my mom bought for my classroom did serve a purpose!)
Student: The worksheet I just turned in has Icy Hot on it. Sorry!
(Later the Same Day)
Another Student: I apologize that my homework I just put in the tray has tabouli on it.
(This is only something that would happen in Drumright. Tabouli is like a way of life here. It is served every single day in the cafeteria. I'd never even heard of it before moving here. I wasn't impressed the first time I tried it at, but it definitely grows on you!)
(During a Celebrity Age Guessing Game to Motivate Linear Regression in my Stats Class)
There is a photo of Clint Eastwood on the Smart Board. Students have to guess the name of the celebrity and their age.
Student 1: Isn't that the guy from all those westerns?
Student 2: Yeah - that's John Wayne, right?
Student discussing me with another student: "Of course she doesn't wear makeup. She's a vegetarian. They're against stuff like that."
Student: I don't understand why my teachers always count my answers wrong when I put a line through my Ts.
Me: Do you know how to write an F in cursive?
Student: No. Why?
Me: Well an F in cursive is a T with a line through it. So, when you write a T with a line through it, your teachers think you are writing an F.
Student: That makes so much sense now.
Student: What are you eating?
Me: An enchilada.
Student: Why are you eating an enchilada?
Me: Because I brought leftovers for lunch. My mom made enchiladas when I went to visit my parents this weekend, and she sent me back some leftovers.
Student: Are your parents Hispanic?
Me: No. Why do you ask that?
Student: Well, only Hispanic people eat enchiladas.
Me: Yeah, that's not quite a true statement. Do I look like my parents are Hispanic?
Student: Yes. You look like you are part Hispanic and part Jewish.
Me: (Awkward Silence. Yeah, I didn't have any words to respond to that.)
Student: Can we listen to some music today?
Me: Sure, who do you want to listen to?
Student: How about some Michelangelo?
(Upon entering my classroom on the first day that the desks went from groups of four to rows)
Student: Why is this set up like an actual classroom? I'm confused.