The Pied Piper of teenage boys…

There are specific types of teachers at every school, and I have finally come to know just which of the teachers I am. I am that teacher, yes you know that one. Not the mean one, not the mom one, not the so old your not sure how they are still alive one. No, I am that one… the pied piper of teenage boys. You remember the story of the pied piper right? Had an amazing ability to attract rats and children. Well, I attract teenagers, boys specifically. I’m not proud, in fact I find it confusing. What exactly acts as my pipe? Could they be drawn to my completely invisible cleavage? Perhaps it is my always Katherine Hepburn inspired baggy men’s trousers and non form fitting suit jackets? I mean really, since when did chubby Italian girls become all the rage? I’m honest with them, I’m a NERD! Since when did Star Wars geeks become attractive to teenage boys? What happened to all the regular teenage boys? Were they taken by pod people and replaced by chubby chasing aliens? My confusion really comes from my own reflections on high school. Never in a million years would any of my friends have told a teacher they were hot! I mean think it, joke with your friends about it, but never and I mean never would it have even been for a second considered something that you would say to your teacher. Have things changed that much in the past 10 years? I am exhausted. I can only hope that over the weekend all the normal youth of America will be returned by the evil pod people who have caused me so much stress.

Today's lesson: having a bubble is never a bad thing