So, how's life at school?

[SkittleMonkey]

I grouped up with four other people and made pancakes as our project in Health Class. Mmm, what a tasty project it was...

[lucyrocks73]

I think my Honors Science class is going to hold a rebellion against my teacher. The entire class is irritated because

1. They got their tests back from yesterday, and everyone (except three of us, including me) failed.
2. She taught us how to make a bomb last week, but it had absolutely nothing to do with what we were learning.

I think it's somewhat stupid, but I'll keep my mouth shut because it's none of my business.

Oh, and one of my friends passed out today during French. She was chewing gum, and she bit her tongue- she actually broke a nerve, and was knocked out for five minutes. She came back in time for Science, and since she sits in front of me, she kept twisting her tongue in these weird shapes to show us the bulging cut from the side of it. Ewwww...

And the entire school is actually excited about the play, since we're doing High School Musical (I'm Kelci). We're having fun backstage...
-Marty

[Cassini90125]

Originally Posted by lucyrocks73

2. She taught us how to make a bomb last week, but it had absolutely nothing to do with what we were learning.

Haha, sounds like the guy I had for chemistry. He loved to do demonstrations once every week or so, and most of them produced a lot of smoke and occasionally a fire. He did most of them in the parking lot, fortunately. He was a fine teacher and a really great guy, too, but he was a little nuts. He definitely had the class's attention, though!

[GrimTheLost]

My chem. teacher was evil. He made fun of all of the cheerleaders (thats really just funny) and when you went to sleep in there, he would slam a metal rod on your desk.

[BlooCheese]

Originally Posted by GrimTheLost

My chem. teacher was evil. He made fun of all of the cheerleaders (thats really just funny) and when you went to sleep in there, he would slam a metal rod on your desk.

Ah, that sounds like my biology teacher. He walks around when you're working and whacks your books and somtimes your head with a three foot stick, even on test days.

And then my band teacher in middle school would rip off the metal bars on the bottoms of those foldable blue/gray/green metal chairs we sat in and use them instead of a baton. But rather than just waving them around, he would actually hit his podium. He hit is so much a hole actually formed.

Good times.

[Cassini90125]

Originally Posted by BlooCheese

Ah, that sounds like my biology teacher. He walks around when you're working and whacks your books and somtimes your head with a three foot stick, even on test days.

And this is tolerated? I'd retaliate without a second thought.

[BlooCheese]

He's in control of our grades...
We must beware.

[BlooCheese]

Wow. That's pretty scary. Glad you're all right.

[SkittleMonkey]

I was called to the desk by my teacher after all the students were gone concerning my division paragraph I had written on my favorite book. I started to panic because I thought I did something to really mess it up, and I guess she noticed this because when I came up to her, she said "Okay, you don't need to be scared of me. Just take a deep breath, and do whatever you need to do to settle down." And I was all like, "Um, kay..." Then she says "Your paragraph was so well-written and thought out. I tried to look for a mistake in there anywhere, but I couldn't find one!" You CANNOT imagine how stunned I was... It just totally made the rest of my day. Now, I'm on top of the world.

[Tonya]

Congrats SkittleMonkey!

I actually have two things to write. Okay this is really cool I think. There is this kid, he's not very tall, kind of a puney little thing, and he looks just...like...Mac! My god, the hair and everything is...it's just like Mac's! He rides my bus home by the way. It's so weird, him looking that much like Mac. Kinda freaky.
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Yesterday in Studyhall, I was sitting at this table with two boys, one sat across from me and the other boy, Michael, sat three or four chairs down from me. The boy across from me looks at Micheal and asks, "What do you wanna be when you grow up?", and Micheal says he wants to be something having to do with animating cartoons and stuff. Then the boy looks at me and asks me what I want to be. So I tell both the boy and Micheal that I too want to be a cartoonist. After that Micheal got out his notebook. A few minutes later, he slid the notebook over toward me, and it was a picture of a dragon, and on the paper was wrote "Dragon of the Abyss". It was a really impressive picture by the way. So I took out a picture I drew not to long ago of a few skeletons. Micheal pointed at the one he liked the most, by coinsidense already happened to be my favorite skeleton as well. Then after he gave my picture back he drew me more pictures of dragons.
It was quite flattering.
I don't know if he likes me or not. I do know that in every class we're in I see him outta the corner of my eye, looking at me more than his textbook. Then, when I look back at him he looks the other way.