Today was Poke-Cal-in-the-Head Day. "Got a grievance against everyone's favorite weird kid? Have a score to settle? Go on, poke her in the head. You know it needs to be done." Pobre Cal-o was poked many, many times. It probably didn't help that I announced that it was Poke-Cal-in-the-Head Day before the beginning of a bunch of our classes.

Today's conversation comes from English. Have at it:
Mrs. Berg (student teacher): And who is Pluto? Sarah, do you know?
Sarah: Um, the...governor of Hades?
Allison: It's nice to know that there's democratic process in Hell.