unintentional scatology...
Yesterday in one of my junior classes, a student was reading aloud. He has pretty decent reading skills; occasionally he'll pause and say, "Miss, what's that word?"
As he was reading, he came to the word "recital."
Without hesitating, he read confidently, "... rectal."
The funniest part? None of the other students caught it. It was all I could do to calmly correct him with a straight face...
I love my students.
As he was reading, he came to the word "recital."
Without hesitating, he read confidently, "... rectal."
The funniest part? None of the other students caught it. It was all I could do to calmly correct him with a straight face...
I love my students.
posted by Rachel at
5:01 AM
1 Comments:
Today, I was at a restaurant with Thad and this other couple. As we were walking out, I noticed this sign that stated, "The History of Jack Schitt". Without hesitating, I was like, "Hey, look at this sign. I feel sorry for that guy". This other lady was like, "Yeah, that's a funny joke". I didn't get what she meant at first until I had gotten outside. Then, I laughed at my flightyness, and felt embarrassed that I hadn't gotten the joke. Rectal reminded me of this.
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