//Mr. Rose's Gmail status at 3 pm on the Saturday after the last day of school (6/14/14). School had ended on Thursday 6/12/14. Status: Functions... stop harrassing me. I have until 3pm on Monday.
//Following the announcement of a Winter Storm Warning on March 16th, which threatens the chance of another snow day during 2013-2014 school year Rose's gmail status: making cardboard cutouts of students right now to put in chairs for tomorrow's calculus lecture videotaping...
//At lunch upon hearing another person listing ingredients from a label Paul B. Ellis: You can't spend life reading the ingredients.
Horne: Sometimes you're the pigeon, and sometimes you're the statue. //He later attributed this to a fellow Blair coach
Student (to Whitacre): Good morning. Whitacre: That's what you think.
Rose: There's not much I have control over, but I do have control over the fact that we're gonna freakin' do number five! Student: It's number four, page five. Rose: Number four. Whatever.
//Mr Rose has written several assignments on the board for general reference; he wrote "go over" next to one with little space between the words Becky: What does "Goover" mean? (GOO-ver) Mr. Rose: Goover means go over of course. Everyone knows that. As in we need to goover the packet. [laughs]
//talking about Mr. Rose's "son" (paul) Sharon: So you had your son when you were a teenager? Evan: Mr. Rose, did they never teach about birth control in high school?
Student: So you're the one they're calling Mr. Rose's son, eh? PBE: Yeah. I think of it more as being like Boba Fett and Jango Fett in Star Wars. You know, a partially aged clone.
//Discussing proof styles Rose: You can do whatever you want, you can use a two-column proof, affine proof, you can shear your dog's fur so the proof is written on it, whatever.