My algebra teacher is very young -- late 20's, maybe -- and considerably overweight. It strikes me that he has a low self-esteem and is very sensitive, taking personally comments and asides made by students. Lots of people don't consider the fact that their teachers are human. You hear yawns, guffaws, etc. Even though I find the subject matter appallingly dull, I still try to be polite. Well, it's more than dull; I don't understand it, even if I try. I don't like it. Why why why why why why do I have to do this. I hate the educational system.
I like how the teacher erases the board completely. It irks me when they miss spots.
My art history class, women in art, is turning out to suck and I'll probably drop it. Hell. But the teacher puts us all in discussion groups, which does not work well with my personality. Plus we have some bullshit "collaborative project" -- perish the thought. I wish I'd fucking dropped it the first day. Note to self: if a class is ever dependent upon group performance or collaborative efforts, DROP IT. DROP IT. DROP IT.
f(2) = empty stomach. g(5)=thirsty. F of X reminds me of Seven of Nine from that Star Trek show, whom I used to refer to as T of A. I think I hated her 'cause my ex was all into it. I mentioned to a classmate how Fuck-knuckle used to imitate that Hannibal Lector sucking sound to weird me out. She said, "That's creepy." Never thought about it like that but yeah, he was creepy!
Parabola. Sounds like a disease.
"Miss Hoover has 24 essays left to grade at 3:30. At 4:15, she has 15 essays left. What is the average rate of change?"
Well, to start with, nobody uses "Miss" anymore. Secondly, it sounds like Ms. Hoover needs to get an intern to help her grade papers. Or she could just quit grade altogether and give everyone 100.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:09 PM
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