So, today I’ve walked into my classroom to be greeted by a student with “Happy B-dizzle!”
“Sorrypardonwhat?” I asked.
“Happy B-dizzle!” She repeated.
“Is that even a thing?” I wondered aloud.
“It is now!” asserted another student.
You know, it’s a very caring student that gives her English teacher a brand-newish word for her birthday.
So… Happy B-dizzle to me, I guess.
This morning my students were laughing as they told me the story about the black eye one young lady among them is sporting, due to accidentally being hit on the bridge of the nose with a spoon by another student.
The wielder of the spoon got to the point where he was laughing uncontrollably.
“It’s because I’m a comic genius, isn’t it?” I asked him.
Still laughing, he looked at me and almost said no, then stopped himself.
“You know, there’s no correct answer to that question!” said the student next to him.
The laughter stopped, and he said, “Yeah, I’m just not going to say anything.”
Comic genius, it is.
In class just now:
Student: “Can we please put some music on?”
Student: “Even if you choose it?”
Student: “But I want to know what music you like.”
Me: “I like lots of different types of music.”
Student: “What’s your favourite song right now?”
Me: “The sweet sound of people working on their history assignments.”
Student: “Oooh, I’m going to look that up!”
He did laugh out loud in class when he received this.