Caolinn: “My chemistry teacher loves me, and I don’t know why.”
Me: “Why do you think she loves you?”
Caolinn: “Because she sat me in the front row and she always asks me questions.”
Me: (incredulous look)
Me: “I love that you think that means she loves you.”
46 thoughts on “Wait, Wait, Wait…Aren’t You A Teacher’s Kid? Have I Taught You NOTHING!?”
I ❤️ this
You should have seen my damn face.
Oh I can imagine. It’s priceless.
It was bordering painful.
As confusion over who loves you in high school goes, that was fairly adorable…
Wait. My teachers always sat me in the front and asked me lots of questions. You mean they didn’t love me?
No, John…they ADORED you. *furtive look*
Sometimes the teacher put my desk right beside her desk at the front. They really must have loved me. Right?
You were the favorite, John-O. The absolute favorite.
I knew it! And I’m your favourite too right?
Yes, you’re my favorite adolescent male.
I like boobs.
WHAT!? It’s like I don’t even know you!!!
And thanks. Boobs.
You’re welcome. Tittays.
Well played Meg. Well played.
I don’t know if you do these things but you make me laugh a lot! I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award :
Friend…you made my heart happy. Thank you. This week has been ROUGH, and you made it much, much better. 🙂
I’m glad! You have done the same for me in the past! I’m glad it’s come full circle!
It’s warm feelings karma. 🙂
Yes! It’s fun how we can do these things through writing! Truly (my noob is showing, lol)
Enjoy the noob…it keeps you from being jaded. 🙂
😀 I try to be as open and joyous as possible (I’m hoping the like attracting like principle attracts this to my everyday life!) 😀
Lmaoooo, that’s great
🙂 thanks, Sugs.
They are so cute when they are young.
Young…kinda naive…annoying. lol
Sounds better if you say “cute”. The art of euphemism.
Ahhhh… that’s so cute. I don’t usually come here for the cute, but I do appreciate it immensely.
Shut up, Trent, you totally come here for kittens and glitter and shit.
I can’t deny this. Please do more glitter and shit, ok?
Sugar…you get ALL the glitter.
You know I’m blushing. Also, drunk. Yes, it’s Saturday morning, stop judging me!
Wait…are you newly drunk, or STILL drunk?
Still drunk… what do you think I am, a barbarian????? Okay, maybe…
Barbarian…Canadian…one of those things.
You know us well…
You are always great for a laugh when greatly needed.
That’s a pat on the back I desperately needed friend. *hugs* 🙂