tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-228220632011-04-21T11:34:42.632-07:00Dermehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016634873387385264noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22822063.post-1140592914895414192006-02-21T22:59:00.000-08:002006-02-21T23:25:28.856-08:00First time posting, I'm just too lazy to change the skin. I hate some of my groupmates. They give genius answers to questions the teachers ask us regarding homework. Excerpt from a conversation today:<br /><br />Teacher:"Where is your graph for science?"<br />Unnamed Friend, with a straight face:"We didn't do it"<br /><br />Bet that went over well. The teacher screamed at us for a few minutes, then started the lesson. Who cares about what she said. Posts would be boring if I kept writing about teachers teaching at school.<br /><br />During Math lesson, our teacher was talking about a project when she mentioned "digesting" something. A groupmate who actually was my friend started talking about digesting the information and crapping it out.<br />"One curry coming right up." he muttered. You can guess we are the attentive, good type, can't you? He then proceeded to give a long, long analogy of the human digestive system to a math project. This wasn't helped by the fact the teacher told us we couldn't back out halfway and must "persevere". My dear old groupmate came up with the idea that we, too, had to persevere even with constipation. The project was a few weeks long, but the teacher told us if we "persevered", we could finish it during spring vacation. My groupmate told us to persevere, even if it took us a week to get it out, and that even if the walls of the room were filled with "mud", we had to get "it" out. The teacher told us that reflection on the project was important. I said we should consider our greatest outcomes from said project. The teacher ignored me. She was talking to us about fixing the problem in our appendix. "Appendix" became digestive instead of literature-wise. Anyway.... Art lesson was a major bore. We were doing pencil drawings of inventions(the idea was to do something like a Da Vinci), and had to include an explanation in pencil because "it was the way Da Vinci did it", or so she told me when I asked if I could do said explanation with pen ink. The conversation went something like this:<br /><br />Me:"Can I do the explanation in pen?"<br />Art Teacher:"No, must be in pencil. It was the way Da Vinci did it."<br />Me:"Didn't Da Vinci have a fountain pen?"<br />She walked away.<br /><br />Ah, now that you, dear blog, have gotten an idea of my life, I shall stop here. Farewell, au revoir, zai zian...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22822063-114059291489541419?l=derderme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dermehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016634873387385264noreply@blogger.com0