Rat Testicles (AKA Why I Love My Job)

I love my job because I actually get to hear a story involving the phrase "rat testicles." The story goes as such...

The students are dissecting rats this week in their biology classes, and one particularly troubling student was bet $30 (by another troubling student) that he wouldn't eat the testicles of the rat he was disessecting. Apparently he didn't want to seem like a wuss, so he agreed. Yes, he ate the rat balls (students whipped out their cell phones fast to capture that image), gagged, and then was suspended for two days.

Seriously, wherelse can you get a story like that?

Ladies and gentlemen, let this be a warning: Not everyone needs to procreate.

Cheers!

Life Goes On

More work good news! I was given a Falcon Feather today - meaning I'm the 9th grade teacher of the month for April.

Yay!

And... only 3 more Mondays after today until final exams. I'm beat, my kids are beat, everyone is beat. Summer is approaching slowly...

Cheers!