It’s not my fault you’re retarded!

I swear…people at my school belong on the short bus. I’m not putting in real names because people from school read my blog. If it’s you I’m making fun of, you know it.

Boy 1: Teacher, what does feces mean?
Teacher: Poop.
Boy 1: BOY 2! I do not smell like poop!
Boy 3: I do!

Girl: Guh-teen Tig!?
German Teacher: (shaking head) Nein.

Boy: Wow, Belle is hot!
Me: She’s a cartoon character!
Boy: Well, still!
Me: Because nothings hotter than colored pencils…?

Girl 1: Wow! I bet I can stick a safety pin through my pierced lip!
Girl 2: You have a pierced lip?! And you’re going to stick a safety pin through it?!
Girl 1: I did it last night, with a safety pin.
Girl 2: (laughs)
Girl 1: What?

Boy 1: If I type in black on navy, will that show up?
Teacher: I said no dark on dark!
Boy 1: But this navy isn’t dark!

I’ll admit. I probably am more retarded then the rest of them…

Me: Shut up, Boy 1, you’re distracting me.
Boy 1: From what?
Me: Walking.
Boy 1: (laughs)
Me: (turns to him) Shut up! (trips over stair)

Me: I’m going to gymnastics today!
Girl: Cool. (in monotone voice)
Me: Extremeeeely! (very high pitched)

Me: (thinking) one squared…is…one squared…
Me: (raises hand) What is one squared?

Priceless, I tell you! Anyway, I’m going to gymnastics tonight. I’ll probably blog again tomorrow. Thanks for all the positive comments about my layout, I like it too!