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.
