Neckstraps

Me: Don't accent that note! It's supposed to be legato style!
8th-grade boy: I didn't accent! I just added more air!

8th-grade girl: Did you hear [John] dropped his saxophone again? Mr. [Smith] is making him wear 2 neckstraps.

7th-grade Boy: Ms. Winston, did you know that practicing actually works?

Me: You're starting to sound really good!
7th-grade boy: I know!
Me: *glare*
7th-grade: Thank you!
Me: That's better!
7th-grade boy: My manners are also getting better... on the second try!

Me: Sorry, I think I'm losing my mind!
8th-grade girl: Been there, done that!

8th-grade boy: "This music looks too low..." (turns page right-side-up) "Actually, it's particularly high.."

Me: How often do Mr. Smith and I have to ask you to raise your neckstrap?
6th-grade boy: Semi-often-ly.

Hair

Me: How was your break?
Junior boy: I had to wrestle a Rottweiler.
Me :What?
Junior boy: He was being territorial so I drop-kicked him with my fist.
Me: You can't kick with your fist, by definition.

Me: I like [John]'s hair short! Looks better!
Sophomore boy: It wasn't that bad before. He kinda looked like a beetle...
Me: Oh, you mean like Paul McCartney or John Lennon..
Sophomore boy: No, I kinda meant like a bug... like the ones on the floor.

Me: When are you going to learn those last 4 scales?
7th-grade boy: Soon... like summer.
Me: I thought you meant soon.... like next week.

Me: You need to practice your solo!
8th-grade boy: It's not my fault! It's just that I have such a hard time remembering to practice.