Mr. Duyan

Ms. C:  "Morning Mr. Duyan.  How was your weekend?"

Mr. Duyan:  "Terrible."

Ms. C:  "Oh no!  Why's that?"

Mr. Duyan:  "I'd like to keep my work life separate from my home life."

Ms. C:  "Oh.  Okay.  Well, hey, Ms. Scarlet was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping her out today.  She's down two aides.  She's in room 222."

Mr. Duyan (with the raised eye-brows, furrowed brow, and the 'GOD!  DUH!' voice that 7th grade girls front before they say anything):  "I don't know where that is." ('GOD!... DUH!')

*Mind you... we teach in room 212.*

Ms. C:  "It's right across the hall from Orona's room."

Mr. Duyan:  "Yeah... Alright... I don't know who that is." ('GOD!... DUH!')

Ms. C:  "You know... the science teacher for the 8th graders.  You're in his class everyday."

Mr. Duyan:  "Oh.  MR. Orona."  ('GOD!  USE HIS FULL NAME!  DUH!')

Ms. C:  "Right.  So, Ms. Scarlet is right across the hall."

Mr. Duyan:  "Yeah... I get it."

*GOD!... DUH!*