Ending on a good note

Today I told my last block class that they were my favorite. Not because they were the most well-behaved, but because their misbehavior amused me the most. They got a kick out of that. They also got a kick out of my lack of knowledge of "local Baton Rouge rap wanna-bes" as one of my students put it. I have never heard so many nonsense made-up names as when they were listing off artists to see if I knew any.