ClassRoom Chronicles #1

So I'm in class right,

and my teacher [Mrs X we shall say] is really....................... eccentric for want of a vaguely defining word. She's been harrassing a loony boy to cut his godforsaken hair so that he may not be confused with a newly-washed ungroomed poodle.

Scene:

Mrs X: So, in the olden times, in the history of the Ancient Civilization, the local administrators--- Why did you not cut your hair i thought i told you to why you being so disobedient HUH.

(all the above said in one breath)

---------Confusion in classroom------------

----------Enlightening realization that we have deviated from text-book-imparted knowledge------------

PD [Poodle Dude] - Ummmmmmmm, well....... Mrs. X......... I was............erm............... busy?

Mrs. X: For 12 days?

PD: yea?

Mrs X: Come up with a better excuse.

PD: No hair salon gave me an appointment.

Mrs X: In a city with at least 200 salons, not ONE was free, vah, the city must be experiencing lack of hair on heads now.

--------Hiccups+Laughter (hiccups donated by a girl who ate a sandwich too fast)--------

PD [head hung low]: i was busy on sunday.... i had to go out.......

Mrs X: And what were you doing on saturday? Preparing to go out hmm?

PD: =S

Mrs X: Now go bury yourself in your hair or something and stop annoying me.

[dismissal wave]

Murmuring at the back:

A [random person] to PD: Atleast your getting yelled at for some random thing, I have missed out on SO MUCH IN LIFE I TELL YOU. My life is crumbling to half it really is.

I feel so down and out. Depressed. So dejected. My happiness has faded away into greyness at the back of the picture----

PD: Dude. What the hell happened.

A: Oh, somebody ate my peanut butter sandwich.

--------------Hysterics of laughter contributed by single soul, namely.....................

self.------------

:)

Wrong+Right= ?

Really, I fail to understand people's motives sometimes.

Wrong+Right=..................................... ____.........???????????

Understand that a wrong + a right do NOT cancel each other out. it stays as one wrong and one right only.

but my story here, has nothing to do with this, because apparently in the end, i was doing nothing worthwhile to begin with.

but yeah, im going to bore you with it whether you like it or not. (please don't exit this screen. this screen likes to be read and then exitted)

Okay, so a year ago, this annoying, grumpy, cranky, sorrowful, sadistic woman [one of my teachers] signs me up for this "Environmental Project" for some National Competition. So here, apparently we have to do write ups, and 'try to make the world a better place'. I'm sure a handful of us are reallllly gonna be able to do that miraculously overnight.

I didn't even want to do this stupid thing. Now, don't do the think that I be not like environment. I am liking environment lots lots. But god... so boring! I meant the environment; god isn't boring, sorry god, if you're offended. [This line is copyrighted by one of my friends so sorry for reproducing it, I just found it humourously stimulating] Yeah, so anyway. I got to my first 'Environment Club Meeting' thingies (quite reluctantly I may add, and mumbling, muttering and making lives miserable for any other passengers in the transporting four wheeeler).

I stroll in to find a bunch of actually enthusiastic kids (ENTHUSIASTIC. ENTHUSIASTIC AT SUCH A BORING TIME! OKAY, i hyperventilated enough that time, so I'll spare you the details) + a super boring teacher who seemed to think that Irritating-teenagers-to-the-point-where-they-give-in-and-grumpily-agree-to-be-environmentsavingnitwits is the best existing occupation. I wanted to gift her my shoe in an impolite manner.

ANYWAY, the first assignment we have, is to 'make a scrapbook on How to be kind to the environment around the household' and this woman [we shall refer to her as Mrs. X] lists some stuff we can write down and stick pictures on the scrapbook.

One of her majorly intellectual suggestions: Throw all household waste in the trash can. Right, because I'm randomly going to gallivant around the house chucking stuff in nooks and crannies for some odd personal joy.

And so she lists some of her Nobel Prize deserving ideas [as bright as the formerly listed] and then says, "Wogay childran, yoo must nouw write thee yinformation on yae scrapboook yand shtick thee pikchures won yae kallarpul (colourful) paper, then barder (border) yit widh kallarpul glittar and shtick it on yae white paper and then shtick yit on skrapboook."

Yeah, so that is so eco-friendly right. As much as killing yourself is going to do you fantastic good in life.

I was sort of glad that we're....... wait. I just realized..... that participating in a national environmental WRITTEN project and possibly winning a lakh, a tv or a computer is doing absolutely ZILCH for the environment. So I was wrong! We were doing nothing productive to begin with! Great.

But anyway,

environmental awareness is becoming increasingly important [line ripped from ninth grade environmental education text book. would also like to add here that this same line is rephrased in two million ways to constitute a pointless hundred paged book that a ninth grader would probably burn in less than a few minutes after defeating rival - xams. We can save on this hundred wasted pages and burnt ash from book by ELIMINATING SUBJECT. Okay topic-deviating here. Sorry.]

I guess I have made my extremely pointless point here - If you can't save the environment, freakin leave it alone no. Stop pestering.

=D

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