Now, I am a twelfth-year teacher. I am (kind of) old enough to be my students' moms. I no longer teach Biology.
I got some papers delivered to my desk the other day and when I looked at them, I realized they were old assignments that a kid was supposed to have done about a month ago in ISS. However, instead of completed work, do you wanna know what was written all over the papers?
I love my English teacher.
Ms. Wheaton is so beautiful.
My English teacher has a hot booty.
I wanna skin. (ummmm, skin?????)
I threw up in my mouth and walked the papers across the hall, and then the kid got thrown out of my class for the rest of his life. (Or until his 5-day suspension is over, whichever).
Later that night, the husband told me that I'm hot so of course any teenage boy would have a crush on me.
Moral of the story: Mama's still got it going on. Boo-yah.