Well... here's a better try.
Again. Another one.

Hopefully funnier. I have less than 50 percent of the required social skills for this site, and a sense of humor that has been surgically removed.

At my latest and current school, we all get to wear, once again, schoolgirl outfits with a rather depressing 2 inches below the knee. No, I won't post pictures. And, on a similar note, we had a teacher, Ms. A, who had a rather mysterious reputation. Someone told us that at various times she was a Mormon, a poledancer, a druggie and/or lived in someone's basement. We didn't care. She was amazing, old and always quite late, so we had a good half hour out of an hour old testament class to discuss whatever we wanted, often said teacher's history, or the mysterious... boy's lockers. *dundundun* There were strict rules against note passing, but we had ways of getting around that, but the one thing that made Ms. A finally snap was a particular school tradition of the ancient and hallowed art of Shoepassing. It was obviously quite simple and not very distracting at all. We passed. Around. A SHOE. Duh.

She threw a chair out of a glass, 2nd story window, very nearly complete with student, and jumped out. Stole my ex's car. And drove off, never to be seen again.


So, if you see a Latin-speaking, wrinkly, psychopathic poledancer- give us a call, she still hasn't replaced the chair.
(ZooLurker is an angry chick with a mullet!, Fri 11 Nov 2005, 3:18, Reply)