Girl, it don't matter what you do

I was embarrassed the other day when a bit of newfound slang passed under my radar. "Ms. Salty, you keep it a hundred," said a student. "A hundred what? Degrees? For the last time, I CANNOT FIX THE AIR CONDITIONER and THE JANITOR IS GONE FOR THE DAY!!!"

The class erupted in laughter. "A hundred percent real," he corrected me.

"Degrees? Real? Same thing," I replied.

Since then, I've been calling every mistake I make "same thing". Genotype, phenotype? Same thing!

Although I look like an ass, I'm glad that my last days as an oracle for America's Youth are causing utter confusion and chaos.