Tag Archive | only at my school

Seriously, Downton Abbey? Seriously?

The setting: History Class, around 11.30AM

Fade in. 7 girls and a (male, may I add) teacher work on their projects (well, not the teacher)

Teacher: So, did anyone watch Downton Abbey last night?

Friend: OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE ************ (not gonna say what she said, just in case you watch it and don’t want spoilers!)

Teacher: I KNOW, RIGHT!

Me: Uh… you watch Downton Abbey?

Teacher: Well, actually, my daughter does… she’s having a Downton Abbey High Tea for her birthday.

Me: Uh…

Teacher: And guess who’s going to be the butler? *sighs*

Me: hee hee

Teacher: *mimes holding a plate with food on it like they do at restaurants* “would you like some tea?”

Me: oh my god dying here no big deal

Fade out.

Yup, just a normal history class.

Until next time, Em 🙂

SNOW DAY!!!

Today I have a snow day! Except… as always, I don’t have snow at my house (Just like Zia). Which kind of ruins the whole point of a snow day.

But since I have part of an IB project due today, I’m happy to be given a little extra time. And when I say happy, I mean ecstatic.

Anyways, now I’m off to go read/knit/watch movies all day! At least until my teachers e-mail me all the homework. *deadpan voice* Yay *deadpan voice*.

Until next time, Em 🙂

 

Only at my school… mood lighting and elevator rides

Today in English class, my teacher told us to write a monologue about how we would feel if we lost a person that is important to us. She wrote what we were supposed to write about up on the board, and then she turned off a few of the overhead lights. “Mood lighting,” she said. “Strange,” I said.

Later, I noticed that the compost, recycling and garbage bins weren’t in their normal spot in our lounge, so I asked the dean of students person where they were. It turns out they were upstairs, by my English classroom (which I had noticed before, but I had just thought “oh cool, we got more bins!”) Well, being a good citizen and all (read: not wanting people to throw away recyclables – the horror), I volunteered to go get them. Mimi got the wonderful idea that we should take the Forbidden Elevator back downstairs, because it would be tricky to carry the huge bins down the stairs. I suggested closing all of the bags and then sliding down the stairs in the bins, but she vetoed that idea. Anyways, we got in the elevator with these huge bins, and THE DOORS STARTED CLOSING while Mimi was trying to shove the bins in the elevator. I pressed the “open front door button” but the door wouldn’t open. Lo and behold, I found the “open back door” button and it worked (why the elevator has two doors, I have no idea. There isn’t anywhere to go using the other door). When we were all safe and sound in the elevator, I pressed the “1” button, to get back downstairs. And that’s when I noticed it. The Basement Button. Who knew we even had a basement?! So today after school, two of my friends and I are going to take a trip down there… using the Forbidden Elevator of course… hopefully we won’t get in trouble…

Until next time, Em 🙂

Welcome to IB, people

Have you ever heard of the IB? It stands for International Baccalaureate (when I tried to spell it Bacchauloriate, it said I was wrong and suggested “Chateaubriand” as a replacement…), but people at my school swear it stands for International Bitch-Slap. And I completely agree.

I knew Junior Year was going to be harder than Sophomore Year… it’s pretty obvious when you look at how my Sophomore  English teacher grades (you could say the sky was blue and he would say “that is a great observation”), and how the Junior English teacher grades (I don’t have her yet, I switch to her half-way through the year; if you’re lucky you get half your paper covered in red pen. If you’re not lucky… the whole thing is covered)

Seriously, though? I just got an International Bitch-Slap right in the face…

I used to like math class (I still do… just not IB)… then came the first test of the year. Financial Math. I thought I did pretty good, and then we got our tests back. Our teacher told us that the class average was 75%… and let’s just say the school average is around 95% ON EVERYTHING. Our teacher also said that 75% was a good grade, that it’s average.

We all freaked out, thinking, at our school, 90% is a “failing” grade.

And then our teacher told us how she converted our percentage grade to our “IB grade”… by the way each problem is worth 2-6 points, 1 point for Method and 1 point for Answer for each part of the question

1. The test is out of 50 points. Let’s say I got 27 points right.

2. First you multiply the score I got by 2 to get my percentage (54%)

3. Then you take the square root of that percentage (7.35)

4. Then you multiply that by 10 (73.49)

So in reality, I should have gotten a 54%, but I got a 73.49% instead… great.

After that terrible class (which consisted of 2 long note-worksheet things that took 90 minutes after the terrible test results), I had English. AKA the worst class ever. We’re reading The Metamorphosis right now, and let’s just say that book sucks. So we were writing our essays during class (it was assigned one week before it’s due – Junior year for you), and I forgot my book at home. So Lana and I e-mailed back and forth funny things, like this book, which is a journal for your cat. I about busted a gut while reading the description. The company also makes a Jane-A-Day Journal, where a Jane Austen quote is featured every day. Pretty awesome.

Until next time, Em 🙂