Is that a fat joke?
HAPPY 50th DAY OF SCHOOL.
English- I love how open Mrs. S is about her old-lady-isms. Some people refuse to acknowledge the dulling of senses, but Mrs. S jokes about it openly and quite often she's laughing the loudest.
[A kid, Jon, picks up his books and leaves to go to the office.]
Mrs. S: "Bye, Jon!"
Girl: "Where's Jon going?"
Mrs. S: "I forgot already."
Later, Mrs. S talked about being so nearsighted she tailed a truck for 5 minutes because she was trying to read "Tahoe." We laughed at her, then with her, before she jokingly asked if anyone could drive her home.
Modern Film & Lit- In addition to Good Night and Good Luck, we'll be watching Equilibrium. I just watched the trailer and it looks like a ripoff of The Matrix, but the casting is sweet. Christian Bale and Sean Bean FTMFW!
Me, Krystal, and a few other girls who sit back in the corner spent the entire hour making fun of Mr. Phil and Sam, the faux-smart class pet.
Mr. Phil is also the student teacher for drama, and one of the girls had heard that he told his other class that his girlfriend's a professional clown, and that he once started a story with "I was laying in bed with my girlfriend..." We all gagged.
"How does that even work?"
"They must have a king-sized bed."
"No, two. One for each of them."
"Yeah, we're going to push the beds together tonight, honey!"
"Ugh!"
Oh, yeah, we were being mean, and he might have heard some of it, too, but it was so terribly fun.
Here's my rule: a person's weight is off the table unless that person is an asshole, then you can make as many fat or anorexic jokes as you want.
We'd also heard that he told a number of perverted stories to his drama classes, from the time his friend forced him to read a porn magazine, to the time he "accidentally" got into bed with a little kid when he was a camp counselor. There has to be something going on there.
I could go on, but I'm getting grossed out again. TL;DR: He's a fucking freak.
Psychology- Our "test" was just problems 1 - 20 at the end of the chapter. In the book. One of these days I'll learn there's no point in studying for Mr. Bailey's class.
Pre-Calc- This class I'll need to study for. Mr. T isn't even boosting our confidence for this test. He's told us this is the hardest test we'll take all year; that it's got the most information to remember; that some parts are even worse than the final exam.
My stomach hurts. D:
English- I love how open Mrs. S is about her old-lady-isms. Some people refuse to acknowledge the dulling of senses, but Mrs. S jokes about it openly and quite often she's laughing the loudest.
[A kid, Jon, picks up his books and leaves to go to the office.]
Mrs. S: "Bye, Jon!"
Girl: "Where's Jon going?"
Mrs. S: "I forgot already."
Later, Mrs. S talked about being so nearsighted she tailed a truck for 5 minutes because she was trying to read "Tahoe." We laughed at her, then with her, before she jokingly asked if anyone could drive her home.
Modern Film & Lit- In addition to Good Night and Good Luck, we'll be watching Equilibrium. I just watched the trailer and it looks like a ripoff of The Matrix, but the casting is sweet. Christian Bale and Sean Bean FTMFW!
Me, Krystal, and a few other girls who sit back in the corner spent the entire hour making fun of Mr. Phil and Sam, the faux-smart class pet.
Mr. Phil is also the student teacher for drama, and one of the girls had heard that he told his other class that his girlfriend's a professional clown, and that he once started a story with "I was laying in bed with my girlfriend..." We all gagged.
"How does that even work?"
"They must have a king-sized bed."
"No, two. One for each of them."
"Yeah, we're going to push the beds together tonight, honey!"
"Ugh!"
Oh, yeah, we were being mean, and he might have heard some of it, too, but it was so terribly fun.
Here's my rule: a person's weight is off the table unless that person is an asshole, then you can make as many fat or anorexic jokes as you want.
We'd also heard that he told a number of perverted stories to his drama classes, from the time his friend forced him to read a porn magazine, to the time he "accidentally" got into bed with a little kid when he was a camp counselor. There has to be something going on there.
I could go on, but I'm getting grossed out again. TL;DR: He's a fucking freak.
Psychology- Our "test" was just problems 1 - 20 at the end of the chapter. In the book. One of these days I'll learn there's no point in studying for Mr. Bailey's class.
Pre-Calc- This class I'll need to study for. Mr. T isn't even boosting our confidence for this test. He's told us this is the hardest test we'll take all year; that it's got the most information to remember; that some parts are even worse than the final exam.
My stomach hurts. D: