She blinded me with science...
You Passed 8th Grade Science
Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!
Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?
This surprised me, since I failed grade 11 chemistry. I didn't think I had actually retained that much from grade 8 or high school for that matter.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to high school. I'm one of the rare people who actually enjoyed school. I liked my history classes and English and writing reports. I just hated all the bull shit filler stuff they force you to do. I think I was smarter when I was in high school than I am now. I was learning stuff. Plus, I got good grades so my teachers looked the other way when I didn't show up for class. I think it was because I still did the work, plus I had a wholesome image. I seemed like a goody goody, even though when I was skipping it was because I was too stoned to sit through a boring lecture of the symbolism in The Great Gatsby. Of course there was the one time I skipped English Lit because I was playing Crazy 8 countdown on my spare at we were only at 5 when it was time for my class. So I guess I wasn't that hard core.
I loved history classes. My one teacher was nuts, she had the hugest breasts I'd ever seen, always wore a bow in her hair and it was very clear she made her own clothes. She could never remember anyones name and would call people "Mr Blue shirt". She was a favourite to tease and make fun of, which I never understood, she was by far one of the nicest people in the whole school, and she was one of the smartest people I'd ever met. We would write pages and pages or notes every class, by the end of the period my hand would ache, but she would write them all on the board, rarely looking at her notes. Sure she had been teaching the same class for years, but she knew everything she was teaching.
Unlike my most hated teacher. She was really an art teacher, but I had her for grade 11 English. She more or less taught us word for word from the Coles notes. That was also the class I had to read Lord of the Flies which I HATE. I think it was because of her and her stupid Coles notes that I hated that book so much. I didn't believe half the symbolism crap she was trying to shove down our throats. I really didn't like that she thought we were friends, because she was the staff adviser to the year book and I was the editor. When she taught she got really nervous and would not make eye contact with the class, she would stare at the ceiling. Now I am not one for making eye contact, it creeps me out, but at least I look at the persons lips. (That is also to help me hear them)
Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!
Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?
This surprised me, since I failed grade 11 chemistry. I didn't think I had actually retained that much from grade 8 or high school for that matter.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to high school. I'm one of the rare people who actually enjoyed school. I liked my history classes and English and writing reports. I just hated all the bull shit filler stuff they force you to do. I think I was smarter when I was in high school than I am now. I was learning stuff. Plus, I got good grades so my teachers looked the other way when I didn't show up for class. I think it was because I still did the work, plus I had a wholesome image. I seemed like a goody goody, even though when I was skipping it was because I was too stoned to sit through a boring lecture of the symbolism in The Great Gatsby. Of course there was the one time I skipped English Lit because I was playing Crazy 8 countdown on my spare at we were only at 5 when it was time for my class. So I guess I wasn't that hard core.
I loved history classes. My one teacher was nuts, she had the hugest breasts I'd ever seen, always wore a bow in her hair and it was very clear she made her own clothes. She could never remember anyones name and would call people "Mr Blue shirt". She was a favourite to tease and make fun of, which I never understood, she was by far one of the nicest people in the whole school, and she was one of the smartest people I'd ever met. We would write pages and pages or notes every class, by the end of the period my hand would ache, but she would write them all on the board, rarely looking at her notes. Sure she had been teaching the same class for years, but she knew everything she was teaching.
Unlike my most hated teacher. She was really an art teacher, but I had her for grade 11 English. She more or less taught us word for word from the Coles notes. That was also the class I had to read Lord of the Flies which I HATE. I think it was because of her and her stupid Coles notes that I hated that book so much. I didn't believe half the symbolism crap she was trying to shove down our throats. I really didn't like that she thought we were friends, because she was the staff adviser to the year book and I was the editor. When she taught she got really nervous and would not make eye contact with the class, she would stare at the ceiling. Now I am not one for making eye contact, it creeps me out, but at least I look at the persons lips. (That is also to help me hear them)