Jul 3, 2012
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I enjoyed the story of the irate parent who called the principal’s office and complained that her child was receiving inappropriate sex education in his second grade classroom. “Brandon came home and told me he learned how to make babies in class today and I think that he’s too young and we didn’t get parental notification and ….”
“Did you ask Brandon how to make babies? Go ask him.”
“He says that you change the y to i and add -es.”
I used to say, “I work in a Math Lab.”
I quickly learned to disambiguate by clarifying that it was a “Mathematics Lab” not a “Methaphetamine Lab.”
Warren, that reminds me of a “little Johnny” joke.
Little Johnny was doing his math homework. He said to himself, “Two plus five, that son of a b*tch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a b*tch is nine.”
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, “What are you doing?”
The little boy answered, “I’m doing my math homework.”
” And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?” the mother asked. “Yes,” he answered.
Infuriated, the called Little Johnny’s teacher the next day, “What are you teaching my son in class?”
The teacher replied, “Right now, we are learning addition.” The mother asked, “And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a b*tch is four?”
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, “What I taught them was, two plus two, the sum of which is four.”
Man I never got teachers like that! :)
you can see where the A was erased and the E was put in. still funny, but would have been better if it were real.
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