I taught a class once which contained a boy named
Bradley who was quite bright but erratic. One night, the
Rocky Horror Picture Show was on very late-night TV when all good little teenagers should have been asleep. And the next morning I was returning their - something, test, homework, whatever - with positive comments where possible. Got to young
Bradley, who'd had a blond moment, handed his attempt to him, sighed and said "Oh,
Brad" to which about three-quarters of the class joyfully chorused "Oh, dammit!" and then blushed. Makes a teacher's life worthwhile.