news flash

today, a senior asked me to prom. the conversation went something like this.
"miss, i have a question to ask you."
"yes?"
"miss, will you go to prom with me?"
"no."
"c'mon miss!" the bell rang, and children streamed toward the door. the senior followed me to the front of the room where i began to rewind a video. giovanni, sensing a show, followed him.
"miss, why won't you go to prom with me?"
"you're a student."
giovanni cut in, "yeah, she can't go with you because she's a teacher." he really has an uncanny grasp on reality.
"miss," said the senior, "c'mon."
"find someone your own age."
"she'll be at the dance anyway," added giovanni
"you will?"
"sure, and i'll dance with you."
"ok...man, now i'm going to have to ask some girl from another school." i thought to myself that i didn't see the relationship between asking me to prom and being forced to ask a girl from another school, but said nothing. he and giovanni finally started toward the door, with giovanni making some joke about how he's going to make me come back for his prom and hey, by then i wouldn't be a teacher and so maybe...