Oct 08, 2004 12:44
Chip Smith gets me to come to his class at lunch to make up a quiz, after that he's lining Evan, Moe, and I face first against a wall saying the final step of the IDPE process is EXECUTION. Next he has us on the floor taking a quiz sort of like jeapordy, only worse.
9 and 3.
July 1, 1966.
3 and 9.
None of these questions make sense, and before you know it, the quiz is over-he's taking my paper away... again. Only this time, he kicks me and throws me into a locker. My chances of surviving a collision are increased 3 to 4 times if I'm wearing a seat belt and shoulder strap- I have neither. Airbags deploy in 2/100's of a second, but nothing stops me from hitting the locker. I ask for my paper back... "Leave before I kick you in the nuts." Cars are built with reinforced cabins, not my pants. Thank God I only have to put up with this for 1 marking period.