I like olives too

Today during lunch, one of the girls was having a salad. After picking out all the olives for what seemed like ten minutes, she finally begins to eat. I assumed she didn't like olives but tried to coax her into eating them by telling her that I liked olives and that she should try them too. Bruce, who was sitting next to her, exclaims, "My dad loves olives! He has them with his drinks all the time!" That's wonderful, at least now I'll know someone when I go to happy hour today after school.

The truth hurts

There is this one kid in class who is obnoxious and wild. He constantly runs around spanking kids and doesn't listen to a word I say, so I finally decided that it was time to talk to his parents. That afternoon when his mom comes to pick him up, I tell her that he's been touching other children inappropriately and was wondering if there were any problems at home that might be causing this. She thinks for a moment then blushes some. She then proceeds to tell me how sometimes when she walks by her husband, he paddles her on her butt. Afterwards, she takes her son home and I am left standing there with a glazed look over my face. I now believe that stupidity is a generic disease.

On a side note, a young girl came up to me today and showed me a drawing she had made and asked if she was missing anything. I told her "skills" since I didn't see any on the paper. After five minutes of sitting at her desk, she walks back and shows me a bunch of circles with S's in the middle. Apparently she thought I was telling her to draw Skittles. Tard.