Last blog of the year. ::sigh::
I can't believe this year is coming to a close.
In some ways it feels like we just started, and in some ways it feels like we've been here for 2,304 months. Do you feel that way too or is it just me?
One of the things I like to do at the end of the year is post some of the strange things that have come out of some of our mouths in this room.
Things like:
1) Dalton! You're distractable! It's like being a Decepticon Transformer, except not.
2) Why is Control W so close to Control S? - Jordy
3) No more talk of loins! @ Benjamin
4) Dede! Don't do drugs in my class! Kthx!
5) This babies' leg . . . Ugh! (I don't remember who)
6) Can I say something? His crotch was so difficult to fix! - Daniel
7) Get my pig off your foot! @ Benjamin
8) I'm restoring the hell outta these bricks. - Wilson
9) If we sing "Out of The Box" Imma jump outta the box. - Faith
10) The ambassador of crazyland doesn't know what's going on back there. - Benjamin (He was obviously busy this year . . . talking. Lol)
11) Can you make that work where you can't tell his head's not in the drawer?
12) Ms. L, Imma leave my sword and my shield here. - Uriel
13) I don't have time for you Cheese. - Dalton
14) Mrs. Lanham, Dalton couldn't remember where your class was and in his confusion ended up here. We went over a map of the school . . . please excuse him. - Mrs. Ferrell
15) Move that Ninja over just a little bit to the right. - Chito
16) That DUDE is in EVERY SINGLE ONE of my screens . . . he won't leave . . . he won't leave . . . he won't leave . . . - Nora
17) Drew (editing Katy Perry) - What about PMS? Me - I'm ok with PMS.
18) Me - Is it just me or does Rihanna sound like a drag queen when she's slowed down?
19) Shhhhhhhhh - Carlos, everyday when I take my diet Coke can out of it's Koozie.
20) Ms. L, is Oklahoma City in Oklahoma? - Tristan
So for your blog credit this week, I want you to do one of two things: 1) Log in and give me your favorite memory from class. OR 2) Log in and leave a piece of advice for next year's class (ala Ms. Christian).
Talk to me . . .