Four Days To Break

T minus four days to break.

We're in 7th grade music appreciation. The kids are in ensembles drumming, singing and guitaring to a song of their choice. A small, autistic boy approaches me, his hair gelled and looking fly.

Miss B: "Hey! I like your hair today!"

Kid: "Thanks! ..... IM BEAVIS!" Five Minutes later, he's running around the room and yelling "IM GONNA SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE!"

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One of the groups is doing a rather emotional rendition of Wrecking Ball. Some sort of screaming is involved. 

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Another group is looking up videos to do a song from Spongebob, because the song I gave them wasn't written in this century. At their age, "not from this century" is older than dirt. 

Oof. 

7th Graders On How To Find A Man

As my students become more comfortable with me they grow increasingly more interested in my love life. 

"Miss B, are you married?" I flash them my (bare) ring finger. "Oh! You need a boyfriend, Miss B?!" I ignore them. "Just go on Match.com! They can find you a boyfriend!" 

I look over at the student that has suggested this and say, "Why would I pay for a boyfriend?" 

The girl doesn't even bat an eyelash as she exclaims, "Because then it's like you own him!!!!!!"

I blink a few times, cock my head to the side and say, "Yeah, I'm not entirely sure that's how it works."

Still though, it's a better solution than having some of my 8th regrade girls me up, as they have offered to do on multiple occasions.