Wednesday, October 18, 2006

I'm going to...

Lunch today...

An older teacher shared with us that one of his students referred to a "love muscle" during a speech. Shocked, I asked if he gave the student credit for the speech. He answered that, in fact, he did. I told him I wasn't sure I'd feel comfortable doing that, and I probably would've sent him out of the room.

Very conservative (very bitchy) teacher: Why wouldn't he give credit for that?

Me: with a dumbfounded look Do you know to what the student was referring??

VCVB: Well, yes. His heart.

Me: Um. No. His penis.

At which VCVB got up and left the table in a huff. That's what she gets for thinking I'm a whore because I wear knee-length boots with my skirts.

5 comments:

Mr. R said...

When I was in school there was an older teacher who clearly had no understanding of inuendo and the whole idea of slang. Once the students figured it out, every class just turned into a contest to see who could get away saying the most terrible thing.

the anonymous teacher said...

That pretty much sums up this teacher.

All last year, she thought "skeet, skeet" meant "hurry," and she'd say it to her students in that context.

leesepea said...

*Chortle*

Skeet, skeet.

That's hilarious!

the anonymous teacher said...

I thought so, too. I was disappointed when someone finally told her what it meant.

Does that make me mean??

Sterno said...

I'm pretty sure I would have fallen out of my chair if I'd had a teacher say that at the end of a test. Wow.

Just goes to show, no matter what profession you choose to pursue, if you work with others you're bound to come across some REAL characters.