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xaaraI had a fairly boring day today. Except for physics class, which was hilarious as always. There's a guy at our table who spends his time thinking up ways to use calc vocabulary in regular sentences in order to drive us absolutely bloody insane, and his methods work quite well. He even managed to fit in a "My mom agreed to 'co-sign' the loan." I'm going to throttle him.
Oh, and he made a truly horrible mathematical pun which I feel the need to share. If you don't get it, don't worry - you're not missing much.
GUY 1: Hey, guess who I saw yesterday?
GUY 2: Who?
GUY 1: I saw Ellen.
GUY 2: What did she say?
GUY 1: She said, "Eeeeeeee."
GUY 2: What did you say?
GUY 1: I said, "You're the One."
The room fell into silence immediately following this flat attempt at a joke. The absolute quiet shattered when I slapped him and he started protesting that he had spent a long time thinking up that joke. I said something along the lines of "Well, when you only have three or four brain cells, you should devote them to your assigned tasks because obviously they can't do physics and make jokes simultaneously."
Then we talked for an hour about our young childhoods, when starting fires with magnifying glasses was our pastime of choice. And at about 1400, we wondered whether the fact that the DC government is going to be closed Friday for Reagan's funeral meant that we would be off school. (Which would not be good, because we've already used up more than our holiday allotment.) The Superintendent Chief of Staff said to call back at 1415, which we did. Still no official decision. We banded together and called once every five minutes for the remaining hour of the school day. Twelve calls in one hour. The Superintendent's office is never going to pick up a call from our school again.
But hey, boredom breeds creative evilness.
Oh, and he made a truly horrible mathematical pun which I feel the need to share. If you don't get it, don't worry - you're not missing much.
GUY 1: Hey, guess who I saw yesterday?
GUY 2: Who?
GUY 1: I saw Ellen.
GUY 2: What did she say?
GUY 1: She said, "Eeeeeeee."
GUY 2: What did you say?
GUY 1: I said, "You're the One."
The room fell into silence immediately following this flat attempt at a joke. The absolute quiet shattered when I slapped him and he started protesting that he had spent a long time thinking up that joke. I said something along the lines of "Well, when you only have three or four brain cells, you should devote them to your assigned tasks because obviously they can't do physics and make jokes simultaneously."
Then we talked for an hour about our young childhoods, when starting fires with magnifying glasses was our pastime of choice. And at about 1400, we wondered whether the fact that the DC government is going to be closed Friday for Reagan's funeral meant that we would be off school. (Which would not be good, because we've already used up more than our holiday allotment.) The Superintendent Chief of Staff said to call back at 1415, which we did. Still no official decision. We banded together and called once every five minutes for the remaining hour of the school day. Twelve calls in one hour. The Superintendent's office is never going to pick up a call from our school again.
But hey, boredom breeds creative evilness.
