LOL

I worked as an instructor over the summer and I could not have been happier. I love teaching and always will. It's something I always want to continue doing. My students are seniors in high school and unfortunately, or fortunately, I was teaching them anatomy. Here are some recapped moments.

Me: In which sport are the muscles of the arm used the most?
Student: Chess!

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Student: So, Mr.AJ, what did you do over the weekend?
Me: I was grading your papers and I also spent some time with friends.
Student: What kind of friends?
Me: Ummm.... the good kind.
Student: I mean, do you have a girlfriend?
Me: Let's get back to the lecture, shall we?
Student: That's a "yes"!

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Me: What do you want to become after you graduate college?
Student: A stripper!
Me: I'm serious.
Student: So am I. It's going to be my night job. I don't know what I want to do during the day yet.

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Student: (answers to a written question) Babies have 300 bones because they haven't fused together yet, while humans have 206 after fusion occurs.
Me: I underline babies and humans.

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Me: (written) What are the muscles that surround your heart called?
Student: (written) Cardeyack muscles.

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Me: Did she give you the notes?
Student: She said she hadn't written nothing.
Me: That's a negative negative. You can't use a negative negative. It implies the positive.
Student: That ain't true!

Either....Or

Either I have lost the will to blog, or I have no time on my hands.

Either I have nothing to blog about, or that's my latest excuse.

Either I have too much going on in my life, or I think it is.

Either I am living in my own world, or I have lost reasoning.

Either everything around me is perfect, or it's too good to be true.

Him and Her - 2

Her: Do you think we’ll get married?

Him: I’ll answer that on the day I marry you.

Her: How many kids do you think we’ll have?

Him: Before or after we’re married?

Her: You really know how to kill the mood, don’t you?