Classes can be an environment filled with stimulating conversation and hours of learning...they can also be really boring.
I find that I can make a typical class period quite amusing if I engage in immature behavior and thought.
1. Introductions: We are all invited to introduce ourselves and name something about us. A boy named Adam introduces himself and boasts of his ability to shove a two-inch nail up his nose. He then proceeds to demonstrate.
I wonder what amount of brain function he has sacrificed for his craft.
Adam has now put himself on the map as a stud.
2. Class discussion: The teacher poses a question and watches as students climb, push, and jump over each others ideas trying desperately to prove the validity of their own.
The boy next to me makes a rather clever comment.
I check the left hand.
Ring...aahhh typical.
I bet Adam doesn’t have a ring. I check...nope.
I pop my gum, the girl next to me glares.
I have discovered a wonderful new game.
I let off a set of quiet machine gun pops.
She glowers.
I avoid her eyes and quickly resume my studious position:
Hatred darts out of her eyes.
I giggle inside.
She cracks her knuckles. Oh, how I detest cracking knuckles.
She smiles.
War is declared.
The bell rings...
I find that I can make a typical class period quite amusing if I engage in immature behavior and thought.
1. Introductions: We are all invited to introduce ourselves and name something about us. A boy named Adam introduces himself and boasts of his ability to shove a two-inch nail up his nose. He then proceeds to demonstrate.
I wonder what amount of brain function he has sacrificed for his craft.
Adam has now put himself on the map as a stud.
2. Class discussion: The teacher poses a question and watches as students climb, push, and jump over each others ideas trying desperately to prove the validity of their own.
The boy next to me makes a rather clever comment.
I check the left hand.
Ring...aahhh typical.
I bet Adam doesn’t have a ring. I check...nope.
I pop my gum, the girl next to me glares.
I have discovered a wonderful new game.
I let off a set of quiet machine gun pops.
She glowers.
I avoid her eyes and quickly resume my studious position:
- Chin in hand
- Head tilted
- Eyes squinted ever so slightly
- Nod programmed to go off every 2 min.
Hatred darts out of her eyes.
I giggle inside.
She cracks her knuckles. Oh, how I detest cracking knuckles.
She smiles.
War is declared.
The bell rings...