OMG! this is fantastic
you should get "crunk", find a girlfriend, get married, tell your momma, go into school with your new wife, and order everyone pizzas.

loved this post! especially liked that you left the syntax and grammar issues. would like to be a fly on the wall there...

why ARE you so short?

Who are your students? I mean, what grade do you teach? I was an afterschool program teacher at an elementary school my last year in undergrad. The pay was crap, but it was a lot of fun. I mistook a new kid (his name was Tristan or Tristian, can't exactly recall) with a pretty face and long hair, who I thought was a girl. I didn't work the week right after winter break, which was when he got enrolled into the program. I helped him with his homework for the entire afternoon, while finding it odd at how he reacted when I asked him about his likings and whatnot. He reacted violently to barbies and those giga pet computer key chains (it was very popular among the girls in the program), to which I just thought he (she at the time) was just a tomboy girl.

Then came time for them to wash their hands before snack, I walked into the boys bathroom to check on them and was kind of startled to see Tristan in there with the other boys. I didn't know how to appropriately act upon the situation, as I wasn't sure if it was something that just wasn't addressed at home and that she was just simply so innocent. I called the name, "Tristian". He looked up at me confused, as to why I'm calling his name when he isn't doing anything he's not supposed to. He looked at me, I stared at him. Then I said something like, "Hmm... Tristan, shouldn't you be over at the girls bathroom?" Tristan and all of the boys stopped washing their hands and looked up at me in silence until one of his friend bursted out laughing (at me), "You thought he was a girl?!" My face felt like it was on fire. I pulled Tristan to the side as the boys were walking to the cafeteria and apologized for my assumption and for his embarassment. The kid was in third grade (I suppose he'll on his way to middle school now). I told him that I mistook his name for a girl's name, to which he replied, "Haven't you seen Tristan and Isolde".

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