I'm sitting in my classroom about 20 minutes into 1st period (my STS period so no kids). One of my students wanders in and of course I start to give him crap for being late. He decides to blame me for being late, 'cause after all everything is my fault.
- ME: It's not my job to wake you up every morning.
- HIM: Yes it is.
- ME: Hey, I'm not your mother.
- HIM: You look like her.
- ME: I don't know if that's more of an insult to me or to you.
- HIM: (trying to deflect the burn back on his mother) Hey, I'm not the one who LOOKS like a man.
Yeah, I'm still giving him crap about that.