there's a kindly old wizard on the wings of a bird.
So I started a short term english class on tuesday and today was our second meeting. Over the last two days we've been watching this ridiculous video on how to write a good paper.
The video is geared towards highschool students about to go into college and I'd say it's about 10 years old. You can tell by the baggy clothes, the stupid hair and the way they talk about the internet is revolutionizing the way we gather information by e-mail networks and newsgroups. But the best part of the video is how funny it tries to be.
It's made by a group called standard deviance and about every 20 seconds is another shitty joke about doughnut holes being a possible topic for a thesis, magic genies giving bad feedback on a paper or how a german man in laederhosen probably won't ever be your target audience. Are you fucking laughing yet?
neither was anyone else.
So obviously, no one gives a shit about this movie. Which is why my teacher told us we would have to take a quiz on all the key points after we finished watching it. We were supposed to take notes which we could use on the test so it was no big deal. Easy skate, I figured. I watched the video, doodled while I took notes, killed the test and turned it in. Then our teacher told us we would have to turn in our notes with the quiz.
Uh oh...
I don't know if this is really common, but I doodle on my notes a lot. All notes. For every class. I like to doodle I can't help it. But when class is especially boring, my drawings get kind of out of control. I really wished she would have told us we'd be turning our notes in. I would have tried to make them a bit more organized.
As it stands, I hope she appreciates all the geometric shapes, the spiderwebs, the futuristic looking weapons.
3 progressively uglier drawings of the same face. The wrinkly old alien with his hands up to scare you. The picture of the sun crashing into a city and the bottom left quarter of my page being entirely dedicated to an old naked man being hanged.
I know she's gonna say something to me. I can already tell. But come on, who collects notes?
The video is geared towards highschool students about to go into college and I'd say it's about 10 years old. You can tell by the baggy clothes, the stupid hair and the way they talk about the internet is revolutionizing the way we gather information by e-mail networks and newsgroups. But the best part of the video is how funny it tries to be.
It's made by a group called standard deviance and about every 20 seconds is another shitty joke about doughnut holes being a possible topic for a thesis, magic genies giving bad feedback on a paper or how a german man in laederhosen probably won't ever be your target audience. Are you fucking laughing yet?
neither was anyone else.
So obviously, no one gives a shit about this movie. Which is why my teacher told us we would have to take a quiz on all the key points after we finished watching it. We were supposed to take notes which we could use on the test so it was no big deal. Easy skate, I figured. I watched the video, doodled while I took notes, killed the test and turned it in. Then our teacher told us we would have to turn in our notes with the quiz.
Uh oh...
I don't know if this is really common, but I doodle on my notes a lot. All notes. For every class. I like to doodle I can't help it. But when class is especially boring, my drawings get kind of out of control. I really wished she would have told us we'd be turning our notes in. I would have tried to make them a bit more organized.
As it stands, I hope she appreciates all the geometric shapes, the spiderwebs, the futuristic looking weapons.
3 progressively uglier drawings of the same face. The wrinkly old alien with his hands up to scare you. The picture of the sun crashing into a city and the bottom left quarter of my page being entirely dedicated to an old naked man being hanged.
I know she's gonna say something to me. I can already tell. But come on, who collects notes?