"Bless its heart. There's a special place for Israel in heaven."
Modern Film & Lit- Not only did our student teacher assign our Animal Farm/The Matrix essays (Mrs. S wasn't here again today), he assigned our research papers--"multi-genre" research papers.
I had never heard of those before, but I guess, like, you could have a poem with an explanation tying it to your thesis statement, or a comic strip with the same deal... all until you get up to 7 different "genres." He passed around an example of one he did for his college class, and the second I saw the cover page with a blown-up LiveJournal logo, I had a little heart attack. I saw that for one of his genres, he had copied and pasted three blog entries from three different users, and I started to sweat. Of course, I wasn't on their and neither was anyone familiar. Unfortunately, the screen names were too obscure and I couldn't commit any to memory to share here.
Now, of course this probably means that he has an lj account himself. Ew. I wonder if he's blogging right now. Ew ew ew.
Anyway, our research paper has to be on Hollywood, and he highly suggested doing an evolution of something. I'm thinking "The Evolution of Political Satire in Film" or something that makes me sound classy, but I still have to flirt with the idea a bit more.
Newspaper- Today's spirit theme was "Decades Day," so Mr. N wore this really baggy tie-dye shirt, sandals, and, for the first few minutes of class, a bleach-blonde afro wig. We asked if he ever had an afro, and he said no, but at one time he had a mullet and we all made gagging sounds, but he recovered saying he had to cut it off in his senior year of high school because of a play he was in.
Do go on.
"What play?"
"It was a musical."
"What musical?!"
"Anything Goes."
To my classmates, this meant nothing, but I'm sitting there trying so hard not to scream "JOHN BARROWMAN! :D"
The song title "You're the Top" still makes me giggle.
At the end of class we watched the SNL parody of the VP debates, much to my and Renae's delight. Frankly it was just fun watching Mr. N and his student teacher, who hadn't seen it before, crack up. It was cute. xD
Also, Mr. N said he doesn't like House. Not only that, he said Hugh Laurie annoys him. I was like :OOO SHUTCHO MOUF. Hugh Laurie is a one-man entertainment machine!
"Too Long Johnny"
Lunch- They got a ton of people to dance to "Thriller." I was like Yesssss.
Pre-Calc- "Now, if you don't have this quadratic equation memorized, you'd probably be better off stoppin' by the counseling office and droppin' this class." I kind of want to see a Mr. T go against Sarah Palin in a negative-but-still-folksy-off. :)
A girl in my class came in dressed in a toga, and Mr. T asked if she was supposed to be Julius Caesar, and she said no, it was supposed to be like she was going to a toga party, like in Animal House. Mr. T said, "You guys shouldn't even know about Animal House. D:" Aw, it's so easy to break his spirit.
Mr. T is the only person I know who writes his c's with two strokes. At first they look normal, but then he goes back and crosses the top part with a little outward-swoop thing. It drives me crazy. xD
Spanish- Normally I don't speak up in class (usually because I find it's unnecessary), but when Mr. E asked if anyone knew what si meant and none of the underclassmen knew, I decided it was ok.
"'If'?"
"Who said that?! :D"
"Um, me."
"Anne! Bless you! You are so cool!"
Mr. E makes my afternoons so much. I have low self-esteem! Leave me alone. xD
Lol, and yeah, he still either calls me Anne or by my full name, most likely out of habit from having that German exchange student last year named Anne. I asked him a couple times last year to call me Annie, but don't think he has the best memory. I've let it go. Today he asked me again if I was still doing newspaper, and I said yeah, again. He said that was cool too.
Seminar- After two re-schedulings, I finally had my senior interview. I'm eleventh in the class, baby! Whoo! Someone fail so I can get in the top ten. xD
Looking at the short list for scholarship opportunities, there doesn't seem to be any scholarships for journalist wannabes who aren't minorities. Damn. I know white people can't bitch about these things, but at this point in time isn't that still discrimination?
I had never heard of those before, but I guess, like, you could have a poem with an explanation tying it to your thesis statement, or a comic strip with the same deal... all until you get up to 7 different "genres." He passed around an example of one he did for his college class, and the second I saw the cover page with a blown-up LiveJournal logo, I had a little heart attack. I saw that for one of his genres, he had copied and pasted three blog entries from three different users, and I started to sweat. Of course, I wasn't on their and neither was anyone familiar. Unfortunately, the screen names were too obscure and I couldn't commit any to memory to share here.
Now, of course this probably means that he has an lj account himself. Ew. I wonder if he's blogging right now. Ew ew ew.
Anyway, our research paper has to be on Hollywood, and he highly suggested doing an evolution of something. I'm thinking "The Evolution of Political Satire in Film" or something that makes me sound classy, but I still have to flirt with the idea a bit more.
Newspaper- Today's spirit theme was "Decades Day," so Mr. N wore this really baggy tie-dye shirt, sandals, and, for the first few minutes of class, a bleach-blonde afro wig. We asked if he ever had an afro, and he said no, but at one time he had a mullet and we all made gagging sounds, but he recovered saying he had to cut it off in his senior year of high school because of a play he was in.
Do go on.
"What play?"
"It was a musical."
"What musical?!"
"Anything Goes."
To my classmates, this meant nothing, but I'm sitting there trying so hard not to scream "JOHN BARROWMAN! :D"
The song title "You're the Top" still makes me giggle.
Click to viewAt the end of class we watched the SNL parody of the VP debates, much to my and Renae's delight. Frankly it was just fun watching Mr. N and his student teacher, who hadn't seen it before, crack up. It was cute. xD
Also, Mr. N said he doesn't like House. Not only that, he said Hugh Laurie annoys him. I was like :OOO SHUTCHO MOUF. Hugh Laurie is a one-man entertainment machine!
"Too Long Johnny"
Lunch- They got a ton of people to dance to "Thriller." I was like Yesssss.
Pre-Calc- "Now, if you don't have this quadratic equation memorized, you'd probably be better off stoppin' by the counseling office and droppin' this class." I kind of want to see a Mr. T go against Sarah Palin in a negative-but-still-folksy-off. :)
A girl in my class came in dressed in a toga, and Mr. T asked if she was supposed to be Julius Caesar, and she said no, it was supposed to be like she was going to a toga party, like in Animal House. Mr. T said, "You guys shouldn't even know about Animal House. D:" Aw, it's so easy to break his spirit.
Mr. T is the only person I know who writes his c's with two strokes. At first they look normal, but then he goes back and crosses the top part with a little outward-swoop thing. It drives me crazy. xD
Spanish- Normally I don't speak up in class (usually because I find it's unnecessary), but when Mr. E asked if anyone knew what si meant and none of the underclassmen knew, I decided it was ok.
"'If'?"
"Who said that?! :D"
"Um, me."
"Anne! Bless you! You are so cool!"
Mr. E makes my afternoons so much. I have low self-esteem! Leave me alone. xD
Lol, and yeah, he still either calls me Anne or by my full name, most likely out of habit from having that German exchange student last year named Anne. I asked him a couple times last year to call me Annie, but don't think he has the best memory. I've let it go. Today he asked me again if I was still doing newspaper, and I said yeah, again. He said that was cool too.
Seminar- After two re-schedulings, I finally had my senior interview. I'm eleventh in the class, baby! Whoo! Someone fail so I can get in the top ten. xD
Looking at the short list for scholarship opportunities, there doesn't seem to be any scholarships for journalist wannabes who aren't minorities. Damn. I know white people can't bitch about these things, but at this point in time isn't that still discrimination?