Snoring as a Fine Art, and Twelve Other Essays
Another tale of years gone by tonight I think. Tonight I shall divulge some of the horrors of my high school days. To be writ tonight for posterity.
It's late. Deal with my ramblings. I get weird on lack of sleep.
Anywho, I went to a tiny little private school that decided one day to give all the teachers in the Annex (a former chapel and other stuff they rented) new desks.
Cardboard desks.
They were literally these white corrugated cardboard things with plywood tops. Teachers would sometimes put their books down and watch in dismay as the desk buckled under the weight.
I think the best incident was during exams one year. They had to move all the desks out of the Annex to be used in the gym for exam desks. So the Annex was devoid of all furniture but the cardboard desks. Most of us were studying on the floor. David and David ("DAVID!" "Him David or me David?") decided to play with the desk in the English room. They kicked it around a little, picked it up, put it down, then one decided to kick it a little harder and it fell apart.
It was difficult not laughing as they frantically tried to uncrumple the one side of the box and shove the thing back together. When they finished one side was completely mangled and clearly showed where it had been kicked.
The really sad thing is that it was about as useful after its beating as it was before. Meaning our teachers still just took a student's desk and used it to keep books on.
Another classic exam moment was reading my art teacher's exam. She has a hugely low opinion of modern art and it really came through on that exam. "Create a work of modern art and explain the theory behind it."
As I recall, a friend of mine left her page blank and explained that since everyone has his or her own interpretation of art, she wasn't going to hinder them by having any sort of picture, therefore allowing everyone complete freedom to exercise their imaginations.
Fania did rubbings of the gym wall.
I vaguely recall parroting Clement Greenburg because there is no need to parody when you've got him.
SCWLC
It's late. Deal with my ramblings. I get weird on lack of sleep.
Anywho, I went to a tiny little private school that decided one day to give all the teachers in the Annex (a former chapel and other stuff they rented) new desks.
Cardboard desks.
They were literally these white corrugated cardboard things with plywood tops. Teachers would sometimes put their books down and watch in dismay as the desk buckled under the weight.
I think the best incident was during exams one year. They had to move all the desks out of the Annex to be used in the gym for exam desks. So the Annex was devoid of all furniture but the cardboard desks. Most of us were studying on the floor. David and David ("DAVID!" "Him David or me David?") decided to play with the desk in the English room. They kicked it around a little, picked it up, put it down, then one decided to kick it a little harder and it fell apart.
It was difficult not laughing as they frantically tried to uncrumple the one side of the box and shove the thing back together. When they finished one side was completely mangled and clearly showed where it had been kicked.
The really sad thing is that it was about as useful after its beating as it was before. Meaning our teachers still just took a student's desk and used it to keep books on.
Another classic exam moment was reading my art teacher's exam. She has a hugely low opinion of modern art and it really came through on that exam. "Create a work of modern art and explain the theory behind it."
As I recall, a friend of mine left her page blank and explained that since everyone has his or her own interpretation of art, she wasn't going to hinder them by having any sort of picture, therefore allowing everyone complete freedom to exercise their imaginations.
Fania did rubbings of the gym wall.
I vaguely recall parroting Clement Greenburg because there is no need to parody when you've got him.
SCWLC