Highlights

First day of school.
There was this:

• Student: You don't look like an art teacher.
• Me:  Oh?  What does an art teacher look like?
• Students: (Shrugs) I dunno.  Maybe like...her! (Points to a girl at another table), like...cool.

wah wah.

And then this:

I had an Q&A session during my about-your-teacher schpeal.  A student asked me how old I was.  I did my typical mock-horror response, which is the ever-annoying "(Gasp!) You should NEVER      ask a lady her age!" (God, I'm such a teacher).  I then followed with "Guess.  How old do you think I am?"

(side note: I usually looooove  this.  Students suck at guessing ages, and they always think I'm       between 18 and 21.  It feeds the ego, people.  I get the compliments any way I can - I ain't too proud to beg!)

Student thinks about it for a moment and then says, "38!"

wah wah.

I wasn't the sole object of ridicule, however.  I retaliated when possible. Made fun of a few man-earrings, laughed at a students genuine attempt at wearing a anime inspired hairdo (it was baaaaaad),  and started calling a student randomly wrong names (because I r.e.f.u.s.e. to call him Slim Shady).