Post by Razgat on Aug 10, 2010 22:09:19 GMT -5
Since I just love my government class and the discussions we have, I figured I'd write a log about the interesting things that happen. It would get me through the class at least. Read if you want, but I'm changing names (for humor reasons or just because it makes me feel special).
August 10, 2010
Today, class was similar to the past week I had spent, beginning with me arriving first (I never understood that since I don't get there until after the warning bell) and sitting awkwardly with the teacher at her desk. The teacher, we'll call her Mrs. Democrat (it's Mrs. Murray), is one of the most...memorable teachers I've had so far. For a government teacher she's very...expressive about her opinions. These opinions set off a chain of explosions among the students which can either be fun to watch or make you feel like you're watching a cat with a cone on its head try to go through the railing on the stairs. You just wish you could pick it up and put it on the other side.
So anyway, today's class was just grading the questions we graded yesterday. A simple task if not for the fact that half the class didn't have a red pen and I had to pay Mrs. Democrat a quarter for one. The questions went pretty smoothly until one student, we'll call him Toby, decided to answer. This student should have his mouth sewn shut and never be allowed to speak again. His answer to what a state was sounded like this. "A state has population comma soverAInty comma government comma blah blah blah period." I think it was at this point that I turned around to the friend behind me and said I wanted to perform a magic trick with my pen (assuming you've seen The Dark Knight). Shut. Up. Toby. As if just listening to kids mumble or list things clearly copied from the book wasn't bad enough, I don't want to hear you discuss your punctuation. Keep your periods in your pants and move on.
And so we did.
After grading (I was a little miffed because I got points off for summarizing. Excuse me for saving trees) we looked at a short summary (I guess...article?) about a man named Desmond (Dezmahnd to our class apparently) who fathererd twenty one children with eleven women. First of all, I applaud you Desmond for your efforts. Seducing women is no easy task, and the fact that you seduced eleven is quite impressive. Anyway, it went on about with child support spread out each child only gets $2, and taxpayers have to pay for them, sterilzation, blah blah blah. At the end it asked our opinion about the government sterilizing people. Well, obviously we need to tighten the leesh a bit or at least hand out some belts to keep the pants on, but I could only wait for the reactions I received. Like Toby's.
You know it's going to be good when it starts out as "Here's what we gotta do..." I'm all ears, Toby. "Put The Pill (yes, that pill) into cheese and feed it to the women to keep them from getting pregnant." Bravo, Toby. You thrill us with your brilliance once again. The discussion goes further with unmentionable (because I don't care) quotes about humanity and such. Bah, I say we just find Desond and give me a pair of scissors.
Anywho, once that's done with, the class usually likes to have a political discussion. Today's topic: the country's debt. Though there were some statements about taking some money from academies (good thought) and such, Toby decides to make a suggestion. "So here's what you gotta do..." Oh goody. "Legalize drugs." Oh? "And tax pot." I must have zoned out at that point because I don't recall anything else besides the discussion of pot and California. It reminded me of my mother's suggestion, actually, to tax porn. Our debt would be gone in about a week. ALAS! But anyway, I think it was at that point that I gave up hope on anything good coming out from that conversation and just started doodling. Because capes are more interesting than Toby. I mean can you blame him? No one can compete with capes.
Anyways, the class pretty much ended there. Tomorrow, we'll probably discuss different forms of goverment. YAY!
August 10, 2010
Today, class was similar to the past week I had spent, beginning with me arriving first (I never understood that since I don't get there until after the warning bell) and sitting awkwardly with the teacher at her desk. The teacher, we'll call her Mrs. Democrat (it's Mrs. Murray), is one of the most...memorable teachers I've had so far. For a government teacher she's very...expressive about her opinions. These opinions set off a chain of explosions among the students which can either be fun to watch or make you feel like you're watching a cat with a cone on its head try to go through the railing on the stairs. You just wish you could pick it up and put it on the other side.
So anyway, today's class was just grading the questions we graded yesterday. A simple task if not for the fact that half the class didn't have a red pen and I had to pay Mrs. Democrat a quarter for one. The questions went pretty smoothly until one student, we'll call him Toby, decided to answer. This student should have his mouth sewn shut and never be allowed to speak again. His answer to what a state was sounded like this. "A state has population comma soverAInty comma government comma blah blah blah period." I think it was at this point that I turned around to the friend behind me and said I wanted to perform a magic trick with my pen (assuming you've seen The Dark Knight). Shut. Up. Toby. As if just listening to kids mumble or list things clearly copied from the book wasn't bad enough, I don't want to hear you discuss your punctuation. Keep your periods in your pants and move on.
And so we did.
After grading (I was a little miffed because I got points off for summarizing. Excuse me for saving trees) we looked at a short summary (I guess...article?) about a man named Desmond (Dezmahnd to our class apparently) who fathererd twenty one children with eleven women. First of all, I applaud you Desmond for your efforts. Seducing women is no easy task, and the fact that you seduced eleven is quite impressive. Anyway, it went on about with child support spread out each child only gets $2, and taxpayers have to pay for them, sterilzation, blah blah blah. At the end it asked our opinion about the government sterilizing people. Well, obviously we need to tighten the leesh a bit or at least hand out some belts to keep the pants on, but I could only wait for the reactions I received. Like Toby's.
You know it's going to be good when it starts out as "Here's what we gotta do..." I'm all ears, Toby. "Put The Pill (yes, that pill) into cheese and feed it to the women to keep them from getting pregnant." Bravo, Toby. You thrill us with your brilliance once again. The discussion goes further with unmentionable (because I don't care) quotes about humanity and such. Bah, I say we just find Desond and give me a pair of scissors.
Anywho, once that's done with, the class usually likes to have a political discussion. Today's topic: the country's debt. Though there were some statements about taking some money from academies (good thought) and such, Toby decides to make a suggestion. "So here's what you gotta do..." Oh goody. "Legalize drugs." Oh? "And tax pot." I must have zoned out at that point because I don't recall anything else besides the discussion of pot and California. It reminded me of my mother's suggestion, actually, to tax porn. Our debt would be gone in about a week. ALAS! But anyway, I think it was at that point that I gave up hope on anything good coming out from that conversation and just started doodling. Because capes are more interesting than Toby. I mean can you blame him? No one can compete with capes.
Anyways, the class pretty much ended there. Tomorrow, we'll probably discuss different forms of goverment. YAY!