I have been told—and subsequently believed—all of the following:
1.) That my calculator would melt in the car—during the length of the time it took me to stop for a Portillo’s lunch.
2.) That P.Diddy happened to be taking a pit stop in the Evansville, Indiana airport. Perhaps the world’s smallest airport and without a single speck of bling? He’d sooner keep the same name for life.
3.) That it was perfectly safe to put a heated iron on a wooden table. It is…if you’d like to see that brown iron mark for the rest of your table’s [now short] life.
There have been plenty, plenty more. However, none of those occurred during what I’ve recently learned are the prime gullibility years: Junior High.
Mr. Moore and I have quickly realized that 8th graders are possibly even more gullible than they are awkward around the opposite sex. And boy, has that revelation been entertaining.
1.) Mr. Moore and I decided to tell our 6th period students that, for the past three weeks, I was under disguise. I was not his student teacher. In reality, I am his nurse’s aide. I must be there so he remembers his schedule, ties his shoes, and deal with any other memory lapses. I added that I will be taking applications when I leave the school on December 10, so students may see me if they are interested in the position.
At least half of the class completely bought it. One student, Ben, even commented, as if this had been perplexing him all year: “It all makes sense! You’re a nurse! But wait a minute…how do you know so much about English?” A few other boys raised their hands to ask me about the application process (probably figuring it’d be their easy out of Algebra).
2.) Mr. Moore decided to tell the students a bit more about his 9th grade daughter, Emily. He explained that he is protective, and said he created an “Application to Date my Daughter” when she was 3 months old. He read them the lengthy application, which included requirements such as the state representatives’ signature, a blood test, your social security number, and numerous threats. You can find the hilarious application here.
Every single student bought it. Not a single person questioned whether this was computer generated, and the girls were likely ecstatic that they were not Emily.
I’m definitely someone that is easily conned, but is this the case for all? Is it believable that your mild-mannered English teacher spends his summers cleaning his gun?
If they believe that your 60-year old English teacher will actually prevent baggy pants by “taking my electric staple gun and fastening your trousers securely in place around your waist,” the opportunities for more gullibility tests are endless.