Productivity? Who needs it.
Nobody can claim that every classroom experience is productive, and I rarely claim such. However, as a result of my near-constant classroom state of distraction, "zoning out," I've always enjoyed reviewing my notes for tests. Not because they are helpful - they certainly aren't since they rarely reflect class content or discussions - but because they are filled with stupidly funny doodles (like people with huge heads and tiny bodies, living food products with faces and legs, or animals/people with horns and/or too many limbs) and strange ideas and observations. Case in point, these notes, copied verbatim from last semester's notebook, documenting my teacher's unexpected words:
"BEST QUOTE EVER: If I thought all European women were stank, uhh...well, I guess that's not very scholarly...have poor hygiene..."
Scribbled in the margins of that same piece of paper is this classic dilemma:
"Would you prefer a...Death Sandwich OR Sandwich Death (akin to 'loafing1')?"
Burrowed in the borders of another page is this tragic lament, "FALSE HOPE in my pudding..." I can't even pretend I have any idea what that might mean.
On the same page, under the actually class-relevant heading "Middle Class," rest interesting (and decidedly non-class-relevant) musings on apparent middle-class activities, including "rectal-ramming - the practice of forcing dumbbells and radishes into an unsuspecting victim's anal orifice."
Beneath the heading "Upper Class" are notes indicating wealthy individuals "eat the middle class for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with the lower class for dessert; often spread animals or foreigners blood over food as a gravy or dressing; delight in hitting bikers and walkers with their SUVs; often challenge handicapped children to races while sitting in their sports cars, then reverse directly over struggling handicaps after destroying them in said race; (the richies) replace limbs w/ solid gold replicas."
I can hear my parents crying. In retrospect, I probably should have gone to community college.
1For clarification, loafing is the sport/activity where one or many beat another with a soft loaf of bread.
"BEST QUOTE EVER: If I thought all European women were stank, uhh...well, I guess that's not very scholarly...have poor hygiene..."
Scribbled in the margins of that same piece of paper is this classic dilemma:
"Would you prefer a...Death Sandwich OR Sandwich Death (akin to 'loafing1')?"
Burrowed in the borders of another page is this tragic lament, "FALSE HOPE in my pudding..." I can't even pretend I have any idea what that might mean.
On the same page, under the actually class-relevant heading "Middle Class," rest interesting (and decidedly non-class-relevant) musings on apparent middle-class activities, including "rectal-ramming - the practice of forcing dumbbells and radishes into an unsuspecting victim's anal orifice."
Beneath the heading "Upper Class" are notes indicating wealthy individuals "eat the middle class for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with the lower class for dessert; often spread animals or foreigners blood over food as a gravy or dressing; delight in hitting bikers and walkers with their SUVs; often challenge handicapped children to races while sitting in their sports cars, then reverse directly over struggling handicaps after destroying them in said race; (the richies) replace limbs w/ solid gold replicas."
I can hear my parents crying. In retrospect, I probably should have gone to community college.
1For clarification, loafing is the sport/activity where one or many beat another with a soft loaf of bread.