Titles Are Overrated

Mostly I just couldn’t think of a title, actually.

I think I can do this blog thing, maybe, so long as I remember to update it. And… have stuff to update with.
Tomorrow’s Wednesday, (obviously), and apparently we’ll be assigned projects in Physics tomorrow that will be due the Wednesday of next week.
Oh boy. Projects. In Physics. Sounds epic.
By epic I mean agonizing. Funny how my synonym use works.
Anyway, I sure wish I could write this during school. I knew what I was going to write when I was in third hour, at least…
Third hour. Yes. Today was an A-Day, (don’t ask about the high school’s retarded scheduling; it’s retarded), so I, as I stated yesterday, TA’d for the two math classes during third and fourth hour, my study hall block, (I love commas – don’t you?). The teacher for these two classes, (whose name shall be withheld, for this is the Internets), is still not back. And has not been since a week from tomorrow. Yet another substitute teacher. Yet another poor, confused teacher to explain my presence to. ‘Hi, nice to meet you, no, I’m not in Integrated Math 1, no, I’m a senior, not a sophomore. I’m the Teacher Assistant. Teacher Assitant. I assist. The teacher. Teacher Assistant. Yeah, I’ll just sit over here and look useful. If anyone has questions – which they won’t, they can ask me and I’ll help them. Yes. And I need you to sign this. Thanks.’
So apparently this sub is going to be with the class for two weeks or so. Starting to wonder if the original teacher hasn’t lost her job, and if she’ll ever return. I have to find someone to sign my timelog for last Monday, and then the Wednesday that she was there for – for one of the two classes. She had to leave. Let’s not talk about that. Ah, high school.
Instead we’ll talk about something funny. I thought it was pretty funny. What’s funny is when a completely spoiled class of sophomores meets a substitute teacher who actually tries to exercise control over the class – you know, make them listen, and actually teach the curriculum. Naturally this didn’t sit well with them. What? We have to learn today? We have to learn math? I don’t want to learn math, I’ll just talk to my peers over here. I literally had to hold my breath to keep from laughing when she told a student who was turned around talking to the person behind him, to turn back around and write ‘I will face the front of the class’ twenty-five times on a sheet of notebook paper, because she’d had to tell him to turn around far too many times. Twenty-five times, no, not five, I said twenty-five. No. Not five. Why? Because I told you to. Then she had to tell him about three more times to do that, and there passed a point in which the student asked, again ‘Why do I have to do this? I’m not a kindergardener.’ The teacher’s response, though I don’t remember it exactly, was not very creative. A better answer would have been ‘Then, perhaps you should stop acting like one’. Really. Eventually the incident ended with the student being sent out in the hall to write the sentences. Judging from the way he was sliding up and down the hallway every five minutes on his chest, I doubt he ever even started them.
Anyway that was how most of third hour passed. Eventually the amusement at the sheer nerve of the class wore off, and I was bored again. I started teaching myself that pen-baton trick with my fingers. The one the debate students can do. Yeah, that one, you know what I’m talking about. It’s still pretty slow, and I drop it or have to use my thumb to counterbalance it, but I’m getting there. I’ll let you know.
Fourth hour was kind of like that. Eventually I grew tired of the amazing pen twirling and worked on my story, which I wrote a lot of today.
Nobody asked for help today. Nobody.
This is beginning to look rather like an essay instead of a blog entry, so I’ll try not to drag it out too much longer. After third and fourth hour was fifth. Obviously. Anyway, fifth hour is College Chemistry. And in College Chem, we’re doing Thermochemistry. Let me tell you about Thermochemistry.
It’s Physics. Or maybe Chemistry that thinks it’s Physics? Either way it’s far too like Physics, and I’m tired of Physics. Positively sick of hearing about Kinetic and Potential Energy. Now instead of once a day, in the morning, I have to hear about it twice a day. There are differences, obviously – we’ve kind of moved off the Kinetic and Potential energy bit in Chemistry and onto heat energy, but it’s still energy. Which we are also doing in Physics. Work and Energy. Good times. Good times. The Chem and Physics teachers must get together and conspire sometimes, really. I actually asked my Physics teacher about this, and he said no, but I believe that this is blasphemy. I’m telling you, it was planned.
Anyway, thankfully, I’ve run out of material, as the rest of my day wasn’t too terribly interesting. Assuming that the part I’ve shared was interesting. Assuming.
I’m going now – honest.
Bye.

~ by Aurelia on January 15, 2008.