This morning a student peered over the counter to ask the attendance clerk a question: "Excuse me? What's 4/20? Because someone just told me 'Happy 4/20' and I don't know what it means."
Edit: turns out I am. One of my diabetic students, a regular, came in and noticed the temporary tattoo on my arm (leftover from weekend fun). She asked if it was real, when I said no, she said, "Good." I asked why I wasn't allowed to get a tattoo, and heard this: "Because you're innocent! You have to stay that way!" It's so cute that these kids think I have no life outside of this office.