Things that my 8th graders have said to me.
Are you in therapy? You seem like the type.
You look like my grandpa's couch.
Thank you.
Now that the OPS are gone,
we can yap.
A student got the answer right and yelled yeah,
I felt that one in my Nuggets.
Your pants look like trash bags sewn together.
Ha ha, trash bag pants.
I don't get why you write so much on my
rough draft.
I'm not reading all that bruh for real for real.
Miss Dugan, the toilet paper in this school sucks.
I just got dookie on my hand.
Fat ass alert.
That one ended up being about me.
I was eating some crackers.
Miss Dugan, you don't want to know what I say
about you behind your back or you'd quit your job.
And finally.
How does it feel to be the only unmarried teacher
in this school?
Thank you.