Wasted wit

Well, it seems I've been here long enough now for the delightful little darlings to feel comfortable with insulting me, in that artfully devious way that is so hard to see through*

My comebacks, sadly, aren't as good as they could be, given the targets...


AP = Annoying pupil
E = Entourage of mindless associates
Me = The all-signing, all-dancing Admin Monkey

*this occurs after I've done my frequent routine of trying to get one of the pupils to, y'know, do what they're supposed to do.

AP: I heard that someone said you smell.
E: *giggles*
Inner me: Subtle, really subtle.
Me: *raise eyebrow* Well, feel free to congratulate someone on having finally mastered kindergarten-level insults.
AP: Huh? What?
Inner me: Okay, let's dial it down a little.
Me: I was saying that it wasn't a good insult.
AP: Um, well, they said you're stupid too.
E: *giggles*
Inner me: *sigh*
Me: Well, tell them to come back in 30 years when they've mastered teenage insults. But in the meantime, you're still going to your class.
*AP + E eventually move off*
Member of staff who'd been walking by: Well, I thought it was funny...






*yep, again with the sarcasm

Late and random

I was thinking deep thoughts.

Then I had chicken soup.

Now I'm thinking, "Mmmmm, chicken soup".