Obviously the Grinch and I would be BBF with our intense dislike of all things happy and whatnot.

I refused to accept a late assignment last week (which I guess makes me a horrible person, despite the fact that I've never accepted late work AND we're nearly halfway through the year, so this rejection shouldn't come as a surprise to any of my students, but I digress...) and this conversation ensued:

Junior Student: Why are you so mean?
Me: Because I don't have a heart.
Junior Student #2: Like the Grinch!
Me: Wrong. The Grinch had it easy, his heart was two sizes too small. My heart is nonexistent. In my chest, where my heart should be, there is just a hole.
Student: Weird. So how do you survive?
Me: I run on blind rage.
Student #2: Cool!
Student: *SIGH*

I was hoping we'd use Expecto Patronum, because I'd like to see what my patronus is.

I have three boys in a class who love Harry Potter. They make nerdy comments about it all the time, which makes my heart happy, as I too am a lover of all things Harry Potter. More than anything it's turned into a class joke because they like to interject anything and everything HP-esque into our daily lessons. Today I overheard them plotting to keep me from making them do work in class:

Kid #1: I don't want to do any more work. Crucio!
Kid #2: Nooooo, you never use an unforgivable curse!
Kid #3: Yeah, just use "expelliarmus" to get her notes so she has nothing to talk about!

And later:

Kid #2 thinking out loud: You know, we'd totally rule at quidditch...

And most importantly, you can vote for change!!

The seniors were making propaganda posters. One girl made hers about changing the voting age, which led to me to explaining the democratic process:

Girl: I'm drawing a ballot and I have president and vice-president listed.
Me: That's all?
Girl: Well, what else do we vote for?
Me: Uh, senators, house of representatives, propositions...
Girl: We vote for that stuff?!?!
Me: I'm really glad you're only 17 right now.