What conversations with my students sound like.

[snarp]

While you read this, please imagine an eleven-year-old girl with huge teased hair in gigantic purple clip, lying on the floor with her eyes closed, me standing grumpily over her holding up a textbook from which I have been attempting to induce her to read.

ME: Goody Proctor.

GOODY PROCTOR: …pineapple.

ME: Pineapple?

GOODY PROCTOR: <Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Do you know?>

ME: …that would be Spongebob, Goody Proctor.

GOODY PROCTOR: <Ding ding ding.>

ME: Why Spongebob, Goody Proctor?

GOODY PROCTOR: <Because I love him.> I love Spongebob!

ME: Will you get married?

GOODY PROCTOR: <He’s cute!>

ME: I’m very happy for both of you.

(Crossposted to SarahPin.com, Dreamwidth, and LiveJournal. You can leave comments at whichever.)

Comments

[lacrimawanders.livejournal.com]

I frigging dislike Spongebob.

You ready for Sunday?!?! Did I give you my ktai info?

[snarp]

Goody Proctor loves Spongebob! (I personally know nothing about Spongebob aside from the pineapple thing.)

Yes, you did! I'll have to buy the Necessary Garments Sunday morning due to ridiculous work schedules, but otherwise I think I am ready!

[lacrimawanders.livejournal.com]

I can tell you all about him. I have a know-my-enemy policy.

If you want, I am planning to go into the city a little early (by 4?) to run an errand or two. If you want to come with me and get stuff then, you are more than welcome to do so.

[snarp]

I reply via email!

[lacrimawanders.livejournal.com]

Ps. Oho, yeah, I remember. We talked on the phone, that would imply you have my number. I am sharp tonight.