That's what my friends call him. He's our hairy science teacher that we were stuck with on lockdown for a whole day. Yeah, he's THAT teacher. The one that everybody strongly dislikes. The old one. The one that makes you change your way of learning just for his class.
Okay, honestly? I have to admit I respect him. He puts us to work, he doesn't back down, and hey, he's alive! I still would prefer it if I had never met him, but I wish I had his ability to stand up to the population.
During lockdown, he made us do 100 jumping jacks, 20 push ups, and 30 sit ups. I know, that doesn't sound bad at all, really. But let me remind you... he's our SCIENCE teacher. After that, he gave us a 5 minute break to relax, then he assigned us to an essay on the Scientific Revolution and how it connects to the American Revolution. Due one week before any of the other classes. My friend constantly complained to him, and the whole class was complaining to him. We even wrote a petition against him (I know, cheesy and juvenile, but you have no idea what its like to be in a classroom with him for 8 hours).
Through all this, he didn't back down. He continued to stand up for what he had us do. I mean, we are his students and he has an assignment for us. Yes, all of the other classes watched about 5 disney movies and played board games. And I hate him just as much as the next person. Yet, I respect him.
It's called a strongly dislike-respect state of mind.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Those Little Things that Grow Big
I hate to be that weird zen person, but tiny little seeds planted in anything grows bigger, and bigger, and bigger. No, I'm not talking about trees. I'm talking about life. The worst is when something starts out as a joke story. It's just like mono. It gets passed from mouth to mouth, (talking) and by the time its at the last mouth, somebody's hurt.
You can always stand by the side and look at it, and you're doing the right thing I guess. But if you ever get the slightest opening, you've gotta try to put the talking down. Passing it on and talking to you friends about how stupid it is... that's not going to help.
Yeah yeah, I know you already got that super awkward bullying lecture from your principal. (I know, I did too. I get the feeling that she mentioned a pat-down hug or something, but by that time I was trying to zone out). And I know she talked about how you should never be a bystander.
Do whatever you want. I'm just going to tell you that the bystander... well the bystander gets nothing! Think about the movies. The people on the street watching the fight go down? Yeah you don't remember them. They're not significant. I'm not saying to be the bully either, but you have to stop the problems if you can. If you want, go for it and wear a bright red stop sign shirt (just make sure you don't wear it out when you walk places on the streets).
Losing my mind on a tiny error...
You can always stand by the side and look at it, and you're doing the right thing I guess. But if you ever get the slightest opening, you've gotta try to put the talking down. Passing it on and talking to you friends about how stupid it is... that's not going to help.
Yeah yeah, I know you already got that super awkward bullying lecture from your principal. (I know, I did too. I get the feeling that she mentioned a pat-down hug or something, but by that time I was trying to zone out). And I know she talked about how you should never be a bystander.
Do whatever you want. I'm just going to tell you that the bystander... well the bystander gets nothing! Think about the movies. The people on the street watching the fight go down? Yeah you don't remember them. They're not significant. I'm not saying to be the bully either, but you have to stop the problems if you can. If you want, go for it and wear a bright red stop sign shirt (just make sure you don't wear it out when you walk places on the streets).
Losing my mind on a tiny error...
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