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My campers caught a rough-skinned newt and became convinced that it was pregananant and they were going to be newt grandmas.

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Yesterday, my students decided I look like Dipper and refused to call me by my name. Today, they noticed my plaid realized that I dress more like Wendy.

“Oh my god, you’re like a boy Wendy! I’m going to call you Wendy now.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s ‘Wendo’ to you, kid.”

Now my kids and all their friends in other classes shout “WINDOW!” whenever they see me, to the deep confusion of everyone else.