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At school, one of the students in one of my afternoon classes said something funny, and I giggled.

Another student just stared at me, drop-jawed. "No way, man, that's just wrong," he said when I looked at him quizzically.

"What's just wrong?" I asked.

"Bitches don't giggle, and you're an English teacher, and you just, like, giggled and that's wrong." he said. "Oops. Shit. Um, sorry?"

It made me giggle more, and I didn't send the bewildered student to time out, as my moral authority to do so was out the window, giggling away.

"Dude," another kid helpfully put in, "She was not only smiling, but dressed as a pirate and singing earlier this year. If teachers aren't supposed to smile before Christmas, and she's giggling before Thanksgiving, what do you think the New Year will bring?"

"Dude. I don't even know. I don't even know. She's just not right. Giggling. Happy. It's just too weird."