Recent quotes, slightly paraphrased in some cases! (I am D, IG and BB are the other two musketeers, H is a friend, SS is my Chemistry teacher, B is my Biology teacher and Makaton inspirer GG is a Scottish music teacher who loves cats and CC is a non-Scottish music teacher who claims to be scared of cows).
Boy In RE: So did Sir have genitals if we're all made in His image... Wait, I meant God...
Sister: I need to wipe paint off some of my hands
Me: You say that like you have more than one hand!
Mum: She does. She has two.
Over the past two weeks, there have been a collection of 'seat wars' in Physics, prompting a mini-tantrum from my friend L, a lesson spent with me 'sulking' and our teacher declaring that he didn't get a degree to teach primary school, and that he doesn't care about TOWIE, chairs or biology.
(talking about going to prom)
GG: We had no interesting ways of getting there
Me: So how did you get to prom?
GG: (very very affronted) We had a ceilidh!!
BB: Is it possible to have a romantic ceilidh?!
Me: You missed *anon* in cycling clothes
IG: Where?!?
H: A bouquet of skunks...
Me: I've spent five minutes realising that oranges come pre-sliced by nature
BB: The big question is, how do Terry's get the pips out!?
Me: Magic ferrets. Not smelly ones.
U: I'll electronically mail everyone
Me: Oh my God. Electronically mail. E mail. Electronically mail. Wow!!
Me: So we could get *them* together and do a video
IG: I like this idea...
BB: Genius!
Me: And of course, no ulterior motives
B: I'm not going to be at the Leavers Assembly or prom. (a little later) D, stop ignoring me!
BB: There's a 75% chance you'll have met the person you're going to marry by the time you're 16. You have a few months to find Heather Peace.
SS: He's flirting with you
Me: No, he's flirting with Jack
BB, IG, CC and myself have decided that they're missing a trick with the Pope- they need to run a TV contest with phone voting and contests (such as psalm recitals), then when the Pope is elected there should be fireworks through the chimney (instead of smoke) followed by the Pope himself, holding a Mary Poppins-esque umbrella that showers psalms over everyone.