A few weeks ago, my fellow CM and I decided to discuss sexual harassment and bullying with the kids. After our lecture, which I believed to be effective, R shouted out “I’m sorry girls for everything, the whole class is sexy! MISS, you’re sexy too!”
I don’t think he got it.
And this is not the only student calling me sexy (just so you know I’m in the running for the unofficial “teacher with the most cardigans” award…I made it up, but now everyone thinks it’s real because I keep talking about it). S has been trying really hard to get on my good side since his last dissapointing report card, and instead of improving his behavior or doing his homework he’s been saying “MISS, you are sexy today” (this must be a day I wear my purple pants and my great grandmother’s 60 year old cardigan…the most unsexy thing in my wardrobe). To be fair, they call everything and everyone sexy, including Abraham Lincoln. Oh yeah, and they refer to President Obama as “oooooh, my baby!”
Teaching middle school is extremely awkward. Ick.
