11th Grade Male Student: Ms. TeacherMommy, you are my BOI!
Ms. TeacherMommy: Sorry. I am not your BOI. I am nobody's BOI. I don't want to be a BOI.
Student: But you have to be my BOI!
Ms. TM: I am not a BOI. I don't have the plumbing for it. I'm also not your GURL, so don't even go there.
Student: Well then...you can be my COOL PERSON.
Ms. TM: That doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it? "Yo, you're my COOL PERSON!"
Student: Okay, well then, you're my ZEUS.
Ms. TM: Nope. Zeus is male. Remember? I'm not male. No desire to be male.
Student: Well then, you're my FEMALE ZEUS!
Ms. TM: Um. No. Pick an actual goddess if you're going to go that route.
Student: Fine. You're my MEDUSA!
Ms. TM: Seriously? She's not even a goddess! She's a monster! You're saying I'm a monster? With hair made of snakes and the face that turns people into stone?
Another 11th Grade Male Student: Her hair is definitely not made out of snakes.
Student #1: But she does have that death stare.
Student #2: True.
Ms. TM: True. I do have that stare. I suppose that's okay.
Student #1: Ms. TeacherMommy, you're my MEDUSA!
Hey, at least he's learning his mythology and basic biology.
3 years ago