Every now and then age comes up in class, because frankly to the students all teachers (except cute History Teacher) are OLD. Yesterday one of my students accused me of being 46, for which I thanked them. When I informed them that I actually was going to be 49 this year, S hit me with "That's so old you can smell the stench of death." Without even needing time to think about it, J sitting right next to me, comes back with "No, that's just 'cause his shoes are off."
