ProcrastinationOutlook is a wonderful tool, but not when it keeps reminding you that it is now 96 weeks since you were supposed to finish a report you haven't even started yet.
Just how lazy are you? How long will you put off the essential or the inevitable? What do you fill the time with?
(We're too lazy to write something funny here. You do it.)
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chthonic, Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:18)
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I'd been waiting for an update on this!It's clearly a shit piece of homework. The same function in the maths class could have been fulfilled by graphing height, shoe size, distance from school, number of siblings, etc etc - anything that could be discussed in class and didn't have to be set as spurious 'homework', no doubt so that the teacher could meet the school's target amount of homework per night without putting any effort in themselves.
I'd be incensed if my child was being 'educated' in such a manner. I'd request a meeting with the head to explain your concerns about the teacher's seeming abject lack of intelligence. It's no wonder everyone's thick as shit these days if this is the sort of thing considered school work!
*dismounts high horse*
(, Mon 17 Nov 2008, 12:37, 1 reply)
reminds me...of a teacher I had as a wee bairn - Miss Oates, was her name. This was before I was hauled out of the state "education" system and sent to Public school, so would be around 1983/4 time.
Picture the scene - a class of shiny-faced seven year olds, eager to learn new things and swap sandwiches at lunchtime, shelves of books to read, blackboard, various oddments used to engage the kitten-like attention of a class of small kids...and her. Late 30s, but trying to look late 20s. Dresses like a middle class hippy - more Peter, Paul and Mary than Janice Joplin. Bowl-esque hair, flowery skirt, gypsy top, slouch boots and an acoustic guitar. To teach maths.
In the end, our lessons were a round of "Kum by ya", maybe a "puff the magic dragon" and a brief instruction on how to make horse-y "clip-clop" noises with our hands. I learned my times tables at home and was then left to mark the other kids' work whilst she simpered in the corner.
The headmistress had been told by the Local Education Authority that she couldn't be fired, either - only moved to another school, or the Unions would sue. I presume the silly bitch is still ruining childrens' minds to this day.
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