Dinner Party? Oh, bore...
Okay, I'm going to skip to the last part of the school day, simply because everything in my life is COMPLETELY uneventful. So...let's all go to fourth period.
Okay, so we have to do an idiotic dinner party, as a response to a story we had read recently. We have to make invitations, invite people, create a menu, program music, and write a stupid essay on it. Elaborating on the "invite people" part, our group has four people. We need to invite eight more. They can be anyone; people throughout history, scientists, artists, political leaders, actors, whathaveyou. You can bet where at least one of my invitations is going...
The teacher, let's call her Lauri, uses Jesus and Lenin as an example, and explains that we have to arrange the seating so that the people would sit next to more interesting people. "For example, I'm pretty sure Lenin wouldn't want to sit next to John Kennedy, so ..." Yeah, you get it, right?
Then she's talking about the essay that we have to write in response, and we have to explain what everyone contributes to the dinner. "So, what would Jesus contribute to this dinner party?"
Jaman, the kid who sits across the room from me, says "He'll save everyone's soul."
"Oh, that's just a parlor trick."
I'm sitting there, in the front row, directly in front of the teacher, trying not to giggle. Parlor trick. Ha. Haha... Nice one...
So I ask her at the end of class. "To clairify on invitations, we can invite anyone, right?" To this, she answers yes. So I snicker, thinking that our dear Hugh and Robert might just get an exclusive invite...
Okay, I have tons of crap I have to do now. Happy Hughsday everyone! And to you lucky souls on the East Coast, Happy House-watching in about 2 hours.
Okay, so we have to do an idiotic dinner party, as a response to a story we had read recently. We have to make invitations, invite people, create a menu, program music, and write a stupid essay on it. Elaborating on the "invite people" part, our group has four people. We need to invite eight more. They can be anyone; people throughout history, scientists, artists, political leaders, actors, whathaveyou. You can bet where at least one of my invitations is going...
The teacher, let's call her Lauri, uses Jesus and Lenin as an example, and explains that we have to arrange the seating so that the people would sit next to more interesting people. "For example, I'm pretty sure Lenin wouldn't want to sit next to John Kennedy, so ..." Yeah, you get it, right?
Then she's talking about the essay that we have to write in response, and we have to explain what everyone contributes to the dinner. "So, what would Jesus contribute to this dinner party?"
Jaman, the kid who sits across the room from me, says "He'll save everyone's soul."
"Oh, that's just a parlor trick."
I'm sitting there, in the front row, directly in front of the teacher, trying not to giggle. Parlor trick. Ha. Haha... Nice one...
So I ask her at the end of class. "To clairify on invitations, we can invite anyone, right?" To this, she answers yes. So I snicker, thinking that our dear Hugh and Robert might just get an exclusive invite...
Okay, I have tons of crap I have to do now. Happy Hughsday everyone! And to you lucky souls on the East Coast, Happy House-watching in about 2 hours.