I’ve come to the conclusion that God made me a high school English teacher because I can relate to the kids. Because I think my maturity maxed out at 16. Good thing I don’t teach Seniors. For example
*When teaching about rebuttals I giggled every single time I said “rebut”
*Our new principal’s name is Dr. Sauce and I could not get over it. Like, one of my students actually said to me “it isn’t really that cool, you can stop talking about it.”
*I got an email that had some news that I knew my friend would want. So I told my other teacher in the room I had to go to the bathroom. I snuck my phone into the bathroom to text her.
*I almost said the s word today because I was coming up with an alliterative poem off the top of my head and needed a verb that started with the “sh” sound. I then said “I almost said a curse! and erupted into uncontrollable giggles. Then my team teacher replaced it with “sharted” and I really lost it.
*A kid farted today during a weird silence and I started snickering.
Some days (usually the same days the kids look at me like I have lost my mind) I really like my job.
Abby Norman 
Hahahahaha, a few weeks ago my phone started vibrating on the window sill during a music therapy session, and the client (teenage girl) kept repeating ‘it’s not gas, it’s not gas’ randomly throughout the rest of the 45 minute session! I almost lost the battle with my giggles!
You managing to not laugh proves that you have grown up. Do you remember when you would excuse yourself to the back when that flaming couple came in to Monets? And leave me to converse with them!
It’s good to relate. It’s also good to lead. (typical Mom comment, sorry I couldn’t resist.)
You girls will always be 15 to me.
Kidding you are at least 17 to me.