Bitch boy

Today I was standing in class as the term end papers were given back by the teacher in alphabetical order. As the tenth or so kid passed me as he returned to his seat he groaned and pointed at his paper:

I am a bitch
Err, you what?
A bitch. I am a bitch.
What, why?
See, this mark is very low. Oh nos!
Riiiiight. Oh well, practice makes perfect.
Yes, then I will not be a bitch.
I suppose not.
Someone has been watching a couple too many action movies, I think.

PermalinkPosted in on Saturday March 6, 2004.

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haha! I think your students are keeping us entertained all the way over here. Ru & me were going on about the goodbye flower.

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