Me: What is that alarm for?CT: I think... fire... practiceMe: Oh, ok. What do we do?CT: I think... the basement.Me: For a fire?CT: Yes, but i am new to this school.Me: (smiling widely)
my kids regularly ask me in the Clay Davis way from the wire " teacher, teacher - work sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeiii iitt" cracks me up every time
'When the foreigner lays a child with Korean, they poison the Korean blood.'
One night my friend and I were being followed by an old man, he thought we were prostitutes and kept yelling "You Russia? How much? Service-uh?"The next day I told my coteacher and she burst out laughing and said " He must be crazy! You are way too fat to be a hooker!" :D