While many of the kids are away this week, taking STAAR or TAKS tests, I'll post some of the earliest things in this genre (from my blog, in my pre-Facebook days). Here's some from 2007:
SIXTH-GRADER: I rememberized my chromatic scale already.
(At least he had the basic idea of what he meant to say.)
And then the next kid came in...
SIXTH-GRADER #2: I don't got stuff.
ME: What's that?
SIXTH-GRADER #2: I don't got my check. My brother has the chicken pox, so we're focusing on that right now.
(I was laughing too hard at that to get mad at him for forgetting the money.)
And the second kid came up with another gem the same year. He was
playing a piece with two flats in it and kept missing the E-flats. That
set up the following exchange:
ME: Someone kidnapped the E-flat! It's the case of the missing E-flat....
SIXTH-GRADER #2: Who cares? Who cares about flats? Sharps are what
matter. The E-flat is like some wannabe off the streets. The F-sharp is
rarely a dull moment in my job... (And by the way, I still teach Sixth
Grader #2 as a high school senior; I wonder if he'll recognize himself
when he's able to friend me on Facebook in a little over a month.)