My students, as you may recall, like to make fun of me for A) having a cat, B) not having a MySpace, and C) thinking reading's cool. One class in particular makes daily jokes about my presumed status as a crazy cat lady, and has even gone so far as to decorate the class tissue box with cat-related grafitti.
This morning we had the following conversation while cramming for an impending quiz:
Kid 1: What'd you do this weekend? Read?Actually, I wouldn't. Here, however, is a picture of me kissing my cat.
Me: Um, I read the newspaper. And some websites.
Kid 2: Like what?
Me: Oh, I was all UP in some MySpace this weekend!
Kid 1: You on MySpace now?
Me: No. I was kidding.
Kid 2: You need to get a MySpace!
Me: (for like the eighty-twelfth time) Why?
Kids 1, 3, 4, 5, & 6: So you can meet a man!
Kid 2: (quietly) Instead of a cat.
Me: Maybe I already met a man. Did you ever think of that?
Class: Whoa! DID you already meet a man?!
Me: I'm just sayin' it's a possibility.
Kid 1: See, if you were on MySpace everybody would KNOW you met a man.
Me: How would they know?
Kid 2: 'Cause you'd have pictures up there of you, like, kissin' him and stuff.
Admittedly, a man would probably be a bit more receptive to my kisses. But I'd have to feed him more often.