Roses are red
lemons are sour.
Open your legs
and give me an hour.
These words, signed with a student’s name, neatly on my desk at the end of the school day.
(There is more to the story, including my response, but I don’t think I can tell it without getting into personally identifying info. Sadly, the rhyme itself appears common enough to not constitute anything personally identifying.)
Good lord.
Speechless.
Uh….
I wish so hard that you could share your response, so I could have something to file in my brain beyond bafflement.
Good lord. A student wrote that? I don’t even know what to say.
ugh… so sorry…
Please tell me you reported him to the authorities and got his ass suspended. Please.
Like I said, I’m not sharing my response in order not to reveal personally identifying info.