You Never Forget The Classics

by Connie
(NC, US)

When I was in high school, we had hall monitors who took their jobs very seriously. Boy, if you were walking any of those halls during class time, you better have a hall pass. Period.

We also had a class that taught childcare/preschool techniques for anyone aspiring to teach later in life.

Parents actually brought their children in just like a regular daycare and each class, each period would take care of the children.

One of the kids that got dropped off everyday had a VERY young looking dad (cute too!). After he dropped his son off, he walked out into the hall only to be accosted by the drill sergeant, I mean hall monitor.

She yelled, chasing him down the hall... 'young man, young man... where did you come from?'

His comeback reply was classic. He said... 'My mothers womb.'

Right before that hall monitor dragged that poor dad to the principals office, our teacher ran out into the hall and cleared everything up.

I still crack up about that one liner.

My mothers womb. Classic.