Now Mr. March, that's a whole different story... I'm kidding! Sort of.

I often tell my students that I have the maturity level of a 15 year old boy (sometimes I'm a 16 year old girl, but that's because I still think Justin Timberlake is dreeeeeamy), which for them makes my love of seeing movies with giant robots and lasers easier to understand. At the end of the school year, I was discussing how excited I was for Transformers 2 (which was, not so shockingly, a letdown) and a junior boy tried to give me a movie recommendation.

Kid: Have you seen a movie called "Miss March"?
Me: Never even heard of it.
Kid: You'd like it!
Me: Well, it sounds like it has to do with Playboy, so I can't say that I'm interested.
Kid: Oh, well, you said you're a 15 year old boy, so it seemed as though you'd like it.
Me: When I said that I meant that I'm a 15 year old boy in that I enjoy fart jokes and transformable robots, not in that I enjoy looking at naked ladies.
Kid: Oh, lame.

In a later IMDb search, I discovered that the movie was, in fact, about naked ladies, so that one definitely didn't go on the Netflix list.

Except my evil quill would write "kittens are adorable!".

One last tribute to my Harry Potter kids from last year... The kids were drawing maps of where they grew up and marking important places, all in preparation for a creative writing assignment later in the week. Once again, the HP kids provide me with lols.

Kid: Can I draw Barnes and Noble on my map? It was important to me.
Me: Oh yeah, why?
Kid: I bought Harry Potter there!
Me: No.
Kid: I lost my virginity there.
Me: [big lol] We all know that sentence is full of lies. For several reasons. Unless you lost your virginity to a book. And that's gross. Moving on.
Kid: But...
Me: No, and if you ask again I'm going to go all Umbridge on you and make you write with my special quill. You know you must not tell lies.