Buttercup Festival [link] has some very strange ideas about humor but sometimes the author makes really good joke. The title was one of my favourite.
Alas, I'm sitting here talking about a silly comic with no new writing* and no paper for English.
I can look at every single subject I've been in this year and say I have learned something about the way the world works, except for English.
I get this image every time I think about the class: A girl at the table next to me in math, constantly working on things for English. Sadly, I worry about her grade in both classes.
I feel like I've been wasting my time in class for the past three, maybe more years. None of us can really write an essay to the teacher's satisfaction - but whose fault is that? Ours? Certainly. If we banged on the keyboard hard enough for a long period of time with our faces we could make some sense of the world.
It would certainly feel better than the current state of trying to write this paper.
I heard the teacher complained to one student that he'd "been in the class all year" so "why can't you guys write essays?"
At the extreme, this teacher thinks that we magically gain knowledge about how to write by being in her class. I'd hope that's not the case, but...
How do you deal with a teacher who is always late? Class never starts on time, it's always a good 10-15 minutes after class starts that teach starts talking.
How do you deal with her when at any question, or when the class gets too rowdy, it's very likely that she'll respond with "This is IB English!" (think 300 here) and ignore the big thing: that, yes, this IS IB English, and the teacher should be held to the same ideals as the students.
For example, not writing over a student's oral with another, or, you know, actually fucking reading a person's paper when they turn it in. (no, she hasn't gotten it back yet)
How about posting assignments online? After all, it sure is nice to check the homework. No? Then how about all that time you spend on your computer? WTF are you doing in class?
You're yelling at the same few people about the same few things because you have absolutely no control over a class, that's why.
There's just so many things about that class that make me angry, I can't even begin to list them all.
So I go to class tomorrow knowing I'm going to fail, but I know that has no bearing on my strength in English, that all the meaning of that failure is on the teacher.
It sucks.
*I have stuff, just stuff I'm not comfortable with yet. After school is out, and depending on how many games I play. Good god I have so much shit to do and so much I want to do... there's no time. Sleep is for the weak /nod






Epic Win ^
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"...not all those who wander are lost..."
And sometimes, we wander because we relish the solitude...
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My deviantART account: [link]
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"That was the fluid catalytic cracking unit. It made shoes for orphans. Nice job breaking it, hero."
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I do not fit in this beautiful centered world, but if I do any day, I will follow my dreams. One of my dreams is to become a cosplayer, but I will not be accepted.
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"That was the fluid catalytic cracking unit. It made shoes for orphans. Nice job breaking it, hero."
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"God creates dinosaurs, God kills dinosaurs, God creates man, man kills God, man creates dinosaurs...dinosaurs kill man, woman inherits the earth." (JP 1)
Why So Serious?
Welcome to deviantART and etc. = )
Though, of course, you didn't need to fav it since you could just come upstairs to see it. ^_~
GLaDOS says hi.
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I took a quote from GLaDOS too ^^
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"That was the fluid catalytic cracking unit. It made shoes for orphans. Nice job breaking it, hero."
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