Things Teenagers Say Volume 19

The awkwardness level in my classroom can reach epic proportions some days.  I think this post is proof of that.  


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Student: How old are you?
Me: Almost 25.  Why?
Student: Does this mean you can't be my bae?  And, I'm almost 18.  It'll be legal soon.
Me: I'm your teacher.  I will never under any circumstances be your "bae."
Student: But, I need a Ms. Hagan in my life.  I mean you're smart.  If we were together, I could work, and then I could come home and you could answer my questions.  Like, what are taxes?  I need someone just like you in my life.  Except you're a vegetarian.  And, I'd want to come home to a steak sometimes.  I'd come home from work and ask what was for dinner.  And, you'd be like "Salad, honey."  
Me: This is officially the weirdest conversation I have ever had with a student.  Thanks.  
Student: Now, imagine you were a high school version of Ms. Hagan.  You know you'd be interested in me!  You would.  Wouldn't you?  
Me: Ummmm....I'm going to go back to grading papers.  And, you're going to go back to working on your homework assignment.  And, we're going to pretend that this conversation never happened.  Okay?  

#mostawkwardconvoever 

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Me: What is the only number which is spelled in alphabetical order? 
Student: Pi
Me: Pi is not spelled in alphabetical order.
Student: Yes it is!  Oh wait. I forgot.  Pi would be in alphabetical order if it wasn't for the e.

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Can we name your aloe vera plant undefined?  Some of its leaves are vertical.

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Student: Oh, do you mean that one A-Town that's down by Antarctica?
Me: Australia?
Student: Yeah.  That's what it's called. 

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You can give us homework AFTER football season.

#NiceTry 

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While writing down something a student said for a future Things Teenagers Say post...

I know what that means.  You're going to put that on your computer thingy.

I guess the word blog isn't in their vocabulary???

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Homework gives you eye cancer.

Oh really?  

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You're an algebra teacher who doesn't eat meat.  You have nothing to live for.

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Ms. Hagan wants to cut off our heads and put them on stakes in her front yard.

Where did that come from?  

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Stop it!  You are possessing the lights.

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I'd set you up with my uncle, but he's in jail.

#NoWords 

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Student: There are two states that he cannot pronounce.
Me: And, what two states are those?
Student: New Zealand and Tennessee
Me: Ummmmmm...one of those is a state.  The other one is a country.

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Me: What do you call it if the fraction has been flipped?
Student: Abuse.

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Student: Ms. Hagan, you made my brain hurt today.
Me: Good!  That means I'm doing my job!

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Me: What would we multiply the numerator and denominator by to get rid of the radical in the denominator?
Student:  Freedom. We would multiply by freedom.

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Somebody spit their gum out on my desk, and I don't want to get ebola.

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Ms. Hagan, maybe you should work at Lambert's so you can learn some throwing skills.

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Student: Ms. Hagan, what was your good thing this weekend?
Me: Well, I went to Oklahoma City on Saturday.  And, I got to spend all day doing math; it was fabulous!
Student: Have you ever thought of maybe getting a husband?  Or children?

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Can we take a field trip to a slaughterhouse?

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Normal sharks are the size of a school bus.

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What would you do if someone put a raw pork chop on your windshield?

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Me: *Rings Bell*
Entire Class In Unison: You should not be talking.

Apparently I may say that a little too often...

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Male Student: I have a good thing.
Me: Okay.  What is it?
Male Student: [Female Student], I have a serious question to ask you.
<Very Awkward Pause>
Male Student: Would you go out with me?
<More Very Awkward Silence>

Moving on...
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Student 1: Did you find any dead animals this weekend?
Student 2: No, but I did find a random man sleeping underneath my house.

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Ms. Hagan, every time I see math, I think of you.

Awwwwww...  #thatspresh 
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