I have a magic eight ball on my desk for reasons. Mostly so I can watch the students try to figure out how it works--it's always good for a few laughs. One of my classes was SUPER into it today though. I realized that the boys were asking the eight ball questions about their love lives (or lack thereof). One young squire came up and gave the eight ball a shake (thankfully he didn't ask his question out loud, because I don't want to know any details in this realm). He must not have liked the response given because he put it back down on my desk, saying, "This is stupid. The eight ball doesn't work."
A girl sitting near my desk overheard him and commented, "The eight ball only tells the truth. Don't ask the eight ball questions if you can't handle the truth."
I felt like I was in an Aaron Sorkin movie.
