And the award goes to...
Well ladies and gentlemen, the Dumbest Woman in the World Award goes to...Mrs. Mauer! Yes, the superintendent's wife is the dumbest woman alive. I've had to put up with this excuse for an intelligent human being last week in photography while Mrs. Mangold was in the hospital. At first, I just ignored her stupidity and went about my usual business, which was checking out hot Asian Jennifer Lane's ass. Well, anyway, I had to go back into school both Monday and Tuesday so that I could watch over the little juniors and grade their finals. And on Monday, I swore I was going to kill that woman.
I came into class all tired and pissed off (bad combination, if you ask me) and I didn't want to deal with a whole bunch of morons asking me if I could open the dark room so that they could finish the projects they had all the time in the world to finish earlier. So I took attendance, during which Mrs. Mauer spouted off some nonsensical drivel, and then proceeded to check through the grade book to see which seniors had to come back to take the final. As I was looking through the book, Mrs. Mauer mentioned that Mrs. Mangold had sent over this page with a list of projects still missed by seniors. Drew Doty had two projects out, but those two projects were already graded and sitting there, all I had to do was put them in the grade book and he was fine.
However, it wasn't fine for Mrs. Mauer. This is how our conversation at this point went-->
MRS. MAUER: Mrs. Mangold sent over this sheet with people who are missing projects on it.
ME: I can see that. It says here that Drew Doty is missing two projects, but I have those right here.
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: No, only if he's missing those projects. But he's not, they're right here (I pick up the projects and show her).
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: No, his projects are right here. Let me record the grades in the grade book, then all will be fine.
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: (I sigh, and then record the grades) See? His grades are recorded. He's fine.
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: (Another sigh, plus wiping of the face) Okay, I'm going to the office to check on absenses (I begin to leave the room).
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
At this point, I felt compelled to hold her head under the press, crank up the temperature to 300 degrees, and begin to repeatedly smash her head under it.
I came into class all tired and pissed off (bad combination, if you ask me) and I didn't want to deal with a whole bunch of morons asking me if I could open the dark room so that they could finish the projects they had all the time in the world to finish earlier. So I took attendance, during which Mrs. Mauer spouted off some nonsensical drivel, and then proceeded to check through the grade book to see which seniors had to come back to take the final. As I was looking through the book, Mrs. Mauer mentioned that Mrs. Mangold had sent over this page with a list of projects still missed by seniors. Drew Doty had two projects out, but those two projects were already graded and sitting there, all I had to do was put them in the grade book and he was fine.
However, it wasn't fine for Mrs. Mauer. This is how our conversation at this point went-->
MRS. MAUER: Mrs. Mangold sent over this sheet with people who are missing projects on it.
ME: I can see that. It says here that Drew Doty is missing two projects, but I have those right here.
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: No, only if he's missing those projects. But he's not, they're right here (I pick up the projects and show her).
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: No, his projects are right here. Let me record the grades in the grade book, then all will be fine.
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: (I sigh, and then record the grades) See? His grades are recorded. He's fine.
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
ME: (Another sigh, plus wiping of the face) Okay, I'm going to the office to check on absenses (I begin to leave the room).
MRS. MAUER: But, the sheet says he has to take the final.
At this point, I felt compelled to hold her head under the press, crank up the temperature to 300 degrees, and begin to repeatedly smash her head under it.