Anyway, today was indeed a new experience. With exams approaching the students were freaking out (which I can relate to but still find funny) and exam reviews were being conducted. In the first class there was a bit of verbal sparring going on between two girls. In all honestly I probably shouldn’t have been laughing, even on the inside, because I’m not yet sure if the one girl is all talk or not. She seemed quite annoyed at being told to shut up. Don’t feel too bad for her, she probably should be bound and gagged in a corner. At the very least gagged.
After that class, the grade 10s were working on their Romeo and Juliet review. Now, I’m sure we can all remember the class clown. For the purposes of this discussion, I’ll be calling this particular clown... Earl. (I can just picture my former teacher face palming. It kind of fits though don’t you think?) The class was divided into eight groups, each with two questions to focus on. Everyone was getting organized, settling in and out of nowhere there’s this MASSIVE ball of light and yelling coming from Earl’s corner. We both turned at the same time to see Earl and his accomplice still freaking out. Now, I’ll give you all a moment to guess what the ball of light was.
- He was trying to light himself on fire.
- He’s a wizard and conjured ball lightning.
- He put a paperclip into an electrical socket.
When the teacher was again out of the room, he started throwing an eraser at his accomplice who whipped it back. Of course, being sarcastic as I am, I don’t know if I should have or not, but I suggested in a very roundabout way that he desist.
Lauren: You know erasers work best on paper? It’s really cool actually. If you rub them on paper, lines disappear.
Earl: I’m writing in pen.
Lauren: Maybe you should try rubbing harder.
Earl [scribbling in pen and trying to erase]: Nah, it doesn’t work.
Lauren [dismissively]: Keep trying. Just keep rubbing harder.
Our conversation stopped after that. I don’t know about him, but I was pretty amused. After brief talk of attempting electrocution a second time, he appeared to have gotten most of his silly out.
For today’s ‘Oh-so-Lauren Moment’, my dad picked me up from my placement. He had the secretary call me over the intercom. My dad is a Special Constable. His job is to escort prisoners to and from their court appointments. He showed up in full uniform. So I got to walk out escorted by my personal police officer. Wonder if any of the kids thought I was being arrested...
This is my dad's torso. He's a bit camera shy. I wonder where I get it from.
Oh! Because Kathryn asked, I arranged with my sister and mom to get my dad the full series of M*A*S*H. I’m actually watching it now so it works! YAY! NO RETURN SHIPPING! I really didn’t feel like getting Helen to translate the shipping form for me.