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These are college prep kids. They want to be in the blog. These are the most noteworthy tidbits of conversations from my higher level students today.

One student hands another student a sheet of paper.

“Oh my goodness! It’s pink!… salmon!… an organish color?… What color is this?”

“Just read it!”

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“Ms. Moore, it has been decided; I will name my child Philosophocles.  There, I’m 50% of the way there.”

“50% of the way where?  Having a child named Philosophocles?”

“Yea.”

“Well, considering you have no potential female that would have a child with you and even allow you to name your child Philosophocles, I’d say you’re definitely less that half way there.”

“Details, Ms. Moore. Details.”

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“We should do a class wide review game show.  Everyone can earn a free kidney transplant.”

“No. You have to earn your kidney transplant… You have to earn CPR.”

“Oh yea, James started choking, and you said ‘you don’t just get CPR; you have to earn it.’”

Lord, I was born a ramblin' woman...

People are funny.  Random tidbits of conversations are even more funny.  You hear many random conversations being a teacher and a mom.  Sometimes I like to make up the rest of the conversation in my head, rather than ask what the heck they are talking about.  Here are some random tidbits of conversation I heard just today and how I imagine the rest of each of the conversations to unfold.

Random tidbit: The longer you go without drinking blood, the less of an effect it will have on you.
How the conversation must have continued:
"When was the last time you drank blood?" Tommy asked.
"Well, I wanted some for dinner last night," Billy began.  "But my mom said we had run out. I think she was just too lazy to cook it."
"That sucks, dude," Tommy replied.  "But just think, the next time you do drink blood, it will have a huge effect on you."
"I know. But, it's just not the same, you know? Sometimes I think it would be easier being a werewolf."

Random tidbit: I think the Prozac is making them taste bad.
How the conversation must have continued:
"That's not because of the Prozac; it's because you cooked them wrong.  How long did you let the water boil?" asked Sally.
"What? I didn't know you were supposed to let the water boil first," May said, looking as confused as one could possibly be over such a delicate subject.
"You mean... you thought you could cook acorns and pine needles without boiling the water first?" Sally asked incredulously.
"Umm... Yea, duh," May replied. "You just butter a pan and fry them up.  But, like I said, I'm pretty sure it was the Prozac that made them taste bad in the first place.  I thought I was supposed to crush them up and use them as a flavoring while I fried them."
"Oh... You're probably right," Sally replied. "Everyone knows that you add the Prozac in after, for that 'freshly happy' taste."

Random tidbit: That's not a referral; it's a tattoo.
How the conversation must have continued:
"It's a referral."
"Tattoo."
"Referral."
"Tattoo."
"Do you even know what 'tattoo' means?"
"Yea, it's when a teacher writes 'doofus' on your forehead and makes you spend your lunch in detention."
"Oh... Then it totally is a tattoo."

If I only had a brain...