A Korean, an Irishman, and a German walk into a kitchen, though none of them can cook. What do they make, you ask? My lunch today. A smorgasbord of heavenly delights, such as: rice (Korean), potatoes in a clear broth with seaweed (Irish, K), some sort of cross between Irish bacon & corned beef (I), and kimchi (spicy cabbage) that tasted of sauerkraut (German, K). Thank God I am sick, or I would have had no excuse not to eat it.
In my classes the students were allowed to pick an English name because there is no way I would remember their real name. Because of this I actually yell on a daily basis things like (names in bold):
l “Fire! Dog! Class is up front.
l “Superman and Human, please close your books!”
l “Wake up Dorito”
l “PC Room and Randy Johnson, please sit down”
l “Pain and Power Ranger, stop talking!”
l “Better Cruiser, give Sun Chip his eraser”
l “Musician, can you ask Yoshi ‘How are you doing?’”
l “Kareem (I named him), what’s #2?”
l “Yes, Cherry and Sickly, you can go to the bathroom.”
l “Terminator, turn around!”
l “Tank, stop!”
l “Mario, can you ask White Mario ‘How was your weekend?’”
I just want to comment on this that I have a friend whose student decided to be named, "Boss Hog." She is the smallest girl in the classroom.
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You have to laugh when you're doing roll! So, have you lost weight on the public school lunch diet?
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