Education.

(Last night)

Student: “Do you have any babies?”

Me: “Nope, no babies.”

Student: “That’s too bad. I wanted to make fun of your fat stomach.”

Me: “…………..finish your worksheet.”

Student: “It’s okay though. I can wait. Do you think you’ll have one in the next five years?”

Me: “I doubt I’ll be tutoring you in five years, dude.”

Student: “Ah, yes… that’s because I’m a genius.”

Me: ::forehead palm::

He spent the remainder of the lesson intermittently asking me really personal questions (“Why aren’t you married yet?”), trying to insult me (“Your FACE was switching tenses”), and stabbing my hand with the business end of a blue pen (the ink has yet to come off). Is it weird that he’s totally my favorite student?

*Pro tip: do not Google “teacher and student images.” It will ruin your innocence.

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