Loud Mouth Student: Ms. TeacherLady? Are you from the Philippines?
TeacherLady: No. You've already asked me that before and I said no the first time too.
Quieter Student: You're from Russia, right?
Loud Mouth Male Student: No, stupid, she's from... Persia!
TeachLady: No, and no, but you're getting warmer.
Loud Mouth Female Student: Eye-raq!
TeacherLady: No. Opposite there.
Loud Mouth Female Student: Eye-ran! Eye-ran is the opposite of Eye-raq!
Are they antonyms now? I don't even bother explaining the whole "Persia-Iran" thing. After all, we've got math to do. I'm keeping my answers brief to satisfy their curiosity and then get back to business.
Teacherlady: No, but you're vaguely in the right area.
Loud Mouth Male Student: Afghanistan! You're an Afghan... Afghani... Af...
TeacherLady: No. You're getting colder now.
Loud Mouth Male Student: Is it cold in Afghanistan?
TeacherLady: Yes, it can be... But... That's not what I... Yes. Yes. It can be cold in Afghanistan.
Loud Mouth Male Student: So you're Arabian?
Loud Mouth Male Student: Like Aladdin?
TeacherLady: Sure. Just like Aladdin. I left my magic lamp in my other pair of khakis.
Loud Mouth Male Student: So is your country like all castles and towers and stuff?
TeacherLady: (Had I been better prepared for this conversation, I would have totally said yes and gone into great detail of how I'm actually royalty but was forced to escape with my pet tiger and live amongst this plebeian population and learn how to use utensils such as forks and knives because I was so accustomed to being fed from the fingers of my virgin handmaids. Instead, I said:) Er. No.
He looked a little disappointed. Maybe I should have gone the virgin handmaidens route.
TeacherLady: I'll show you pictures some time.
He seemed to perk up again. I got back to helping them out with math.