Student (interrupts lesson for an “emergency question,” whispers): “Ms. Daley, do they have planes in *incoheren*?”
Me: “Planes? Where?”
Student repeats his same questions but softer.
Me (getting annoyed): “Speak up. I know you can talk louder.”
Student: “Do they has planes in Irish?”
Me (pausing for a second to figure out what he asked): “In Irish??”
Student (sighs heavily and rolls eyes): “Yeah. Like Africa but Irish.”
Me (mimics student’s sigh and eye roll): “I think you mean Ireland.”
Student (not appreciating my mocking gesture) “No. I mean Irish. Like the place.”
Me: “Oh. Ok.... well I’m not sure about ‘Irish’ but Ireland definitely has planes.”
*Side note: The biggest thing about middle schoolers that I despise is their entitlement.