kids say the darndest things version 2.0

yeah, kids are weird... that's about all i can say.

5th grade osama: miss, i don't have a pencil or paper

me: well, you need to copy down what's on the board so what do you think you should do?

osama: call my mom!

this is an interesting one, because this student is known to all staff as "pervert talal"

7th grade talal: miss, can you back up a little? you're in my personal space. if i'm going to be that close to a girl, she'd better be my girlfriend.

my desk are all labeled with famous playwrights (shakespeare, aurthur miller, etc.) in

response to the question who are the people who's names are on your desk...

a 6th grader: your family, miss?

6th grade dalal: miss, do you like to eat? because i don't

me: yousef, go out in the hall. i warned you, you are disturbing class.

6th grade yousef: i'll give you a feather

me: i'll give you a puppy... what are you even talking about? go to the hall.

one of my student directors for my 7th grade trojan war play.

ibithal: achilles! you can't enter like that! you are an honorable warrior... not a belly dancer!

mubarak: he called me a sissy!

me: well, are you one?

mubarak: no... wait, what?

6th grade mohammad: miss, i need to go to the office.

me: why?

mohammad: i need to call my mom.

me: why?

mohammad: well, my shoe stopped working

me: what?! let me see

(mohammad shows me his shoe. the lace came out of the hole and he decided to tie it around the arch of his foot)

me: well, i think that will still work... you just need to put the lace back through the holes.

mohammad: oh miss... it's too hard

6th grade abdulrida: miss, are you married?

me: no i'm not

abdulrida: oh i thought you were because i saw you at the mall with a man

me: oh, well i'm not

abdulrida: then who is the man?

me: he's another teacher at the school. we just went to the mall together

... 15 minutes later...

rashed: are you coming back next year?

me: no i'm not

rashed: what will you do?

me: i'm going home to boston, to the US.

abdulrida: but miss, what about the man?!

me: what man?

abdulrida: the man from the mall. what will he do?

me: well, he's leaving to

abdulrida: to go to boston with you?

me: no he's teaching at another school, in south america

rashed: but not in boston?!

adbulrida: oh, miss...