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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FaceBook... Good/Bad?

FaceBook.

Find me a teenager who has:

A) not heard of it

B) doesn't like it

C) tried it and thinks its boring and useless.

and I'll really find it amazing.

It's all about social networking, making friends, talking, chatting, interacting and finding out secrets!

There are pretty much 0% secrets when you're on FaceBook

Its really just a running commentary of your life... photos, applications; games, quizzes, graffiti walls, writing on friends' walls publicly, or starting a thread... it's so much fun isn't it!

FaceBook really isnt one of those sites where it's all unsafe. Because it's your choice to talk to people. Friend requests pouring in by the dozen, Facebook is a beautiful website that you can look back upon when you're 90.

And SERIOUSLY. I've had people tell me that 'oh well.... FaceBook......... hmmm... I don't think it's all that safe.'

What nonsense! If you're too lazy to get off your butt and go try something new, then stop rambling on and on and say so!

Facebook is by far one of the safest networking sites I have come across. I mean, it totally provides you the option of privacy (unless of course, you're a blabbermouth and accidentally post a public message about something thats not supposed to be posted public because you want it to be a secret. Believe me, it can happen.)

So when I first got on facebook, I'm like hmmm, there's SO much to do here (I was staring at my homepage at this point of time when I had no facebook friends, so you can imagine how interesting the content of the page I was looking at was.) And when I finally DID get some friends, I kinda sorta may have accidentally posted a HUGE piece of gossip on my wall =S

So you can imagine how many people considered coming after me with 90 calibre rifles. Basically, you really need to know what FaceBook is all about, before actually venturing into its dangerous consequences. (By danger I am referring to the action mentioned above which may result in ultimate kaput-ing-ness)

But at the end of the day, (week, month, year, decade, era, when we're 80 with no teeth, whatever)

It's like being at a party with everybody you know there! Come one come all, FACEBOOK'S ON!

Racist Attacks

These two words just never ever die, do they? RACIST ATTACKS.

Seriously, haven't we all gotten past this? It's pretty much something that we expected to find in some journal that some dead guy wrote three centuries ago (maybe not the attacks, just the bad treatment cuz i think those people were a little lazy for violence), but no. It's happening, right here, right now in the world we live in.

There are..what? Hundreds of countries in the world, and you're not welcome in them? That makes you feel pretty bad doesn't it, even if the people don't show it, just knowing they despise your presence makes you kind of sad inside. Of course, the macho people in the world go "Yeah? well i don't care if some random dude in some other random country don't like me there. I'll go if I want."

Thats what we probably do, but what happens? Sometimes, the "random dudes" decide to TELL YOU bluntly that they don't want you there. And there's pretty much nothing you can do about it. The combined wishes of a nation is what's being carried out when they express in actions of violence that people of one country belong in their own.

But really, whats the point having so many countries, states, territories, cities, towns and provinces when everyone is being blatantly instructed to keep away? I mean, whatever happened to the ol' "mix n mingle"?

It's sharing of culture, heritage and friendship mainly. Millions of us around the world, think of the wonderful number of friends we'd all have if we just learn the meaning of harmony and peace?

So I just wanted to reach out to as many of you as possible and say (a quote i really liked) "LOVE EVERYONE TO THE POINT WHERE THERE IS NO ONE LEFT TO LOVE AND THERE NO MORE LOVE LEFT IN YOU"

Thanks for reading this~!