had two separate moments today to remind me that I'm an old lady:
1. walked into one of my classrooms after lunch to find two boys standing close to my desk. Upon further review, they were hunched over my things, looking closely to see if they could spot my cell phone. The ultimate goal? To pull my number off of it. Same boys that already asked me for my number once so they could "hit me up to play some pond hockey". Someone should let them know that attempting to snag phones out of purses isn't the hottest way to pick up chicks.
2. sat at my desk while students were working on an assignment. The group of macho dudes sitting in front of me, after much grunting and hardy laughter about a supposed fart noise, started speaking in tongues--something that sounded like "map-pack" and "cod" and "SNIPE". I raised my head and attempted to casually ask one of them what those words meant.
Response?
"C'mon...who are you? Do you know ANYTHING?"
...guess not.
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