Post by DaBomb on Oct 26, 2004 19:44:15 GMT -5
Yes, the General Board of Idiocy has now been formed, and its top ten most wanted have been created. It was an arduous choice, as we have had many (too many) candidates for a place among the top 10, but finally we have whittled down to tbe worst of the worst.
The GBI tracks morons, idiots ignoramuses and simple...stupid people and places them upon a list. Add some, if you like. I suggest Gala of...whatever...should be #2.
Ah, Mr. Niven, I hardly know ye, yet I utterly despise you. You are my math speaker, who has no clue of logic, human personality or body language. Therefore, I have set up another (fake) conversation, which has been based completely off fact.
DaBomb: (Whispers quietly to another peer) Man, I'd have more fun clipping my toenails.
Mr. Niven: Mr Bomb! I see you are causing a disruption again. Cain't you see you have disturbed the whole class with your constant talking?
DaBomb: Sorry, sir, but I wasn't disturbing anyone. And I have only talked once.
Peer: Yeah, he didn't-
Mr. Niven: Shutup! Shutup all of you!
Peer: Sorry sir.
Mr. Niven: Yes. Now I must get back to my pointless, rambling and desultory lecure, or as I call it a "schpeel" on how the speed limit is a stupid rule, so I can rot away your brain cells with my nosense.
DaBomb: Couldn't we be learned something mathematical? Or is this lecture somehow related to the curriculum?
Mr. Niven: No! And just because of that outburst, I'm going to cancel the Junior Acheivment program, though it was the only useful and interesting part of this course.
DaBomb: Sorry.
Mr. Niven: It's talking like that that wastes my time. Do you know we are 2 or 3 classes behind every other group?
DaBomb: But that's only because we didn't have a class yesterday. And you waste our time.
Mr. Niven: I do not! It is your fault we are behind. Now, Let's have a pointless activity where we draw random - but not mathematically related - shapes on our page for 43 minutes.
DaBomb: Is this just busy work?
Mr. Niven: Not really. There is so much more you could be learning in this class, but I don't have the skills to understand it nor the skills to teach it.
DaBomb: Oh. Well couldn't we do something?
Mr. Niven: No! I forbid all forms of entertainment in my class, especially all forms of communication. You don't pay $10,000 a year to come to this school so you can do work, do you?
DaBomb: (Sarcastically) No. We come here to listen.
Mr. Niven: Argh! More interruptions! I haven't even got to my useless speech about blind people yet!
DaBomb: Look, for the past 2 months you have nagged us into oblivion. I mean, you make classes so boring that an excorcism would be more enjoyable!
Peer: Homework is like a holocaust since you can't teach anything!
Mr. Niven: (Covering his ears with his hands) Alalalalalalala! I'm not listening! Lalalalalalalala!
DaBomb: You are pathetic.
Mr. Niven: ...alalalalalala
(The bell rings)
Peer: Thank God. Lunchtime!
Mr. Niven: (Evilly) See you all tomorrow.
So yeah, that sums it up. The only thing that doesn't suck about this class? Well, it doesn't actually smell bad.
The GBI tracks morons, idiots ignoramuses and simple...stupid people and places them upon a list. Add some, if you like. I suggest Gala of...whatever...should be #2.
Ah, Mr. Niven, I hardly know ye, yet I utterly despise you. You are my math speaker, who has no clue of logic, human personality or body language. Therefore, I have set up another (fake) conversation, which has been based completely off fact.
DaBomb: (Whispers quietly to another peer) Man, I'd have more fun clipping my toenails.
Mr. Niven: Mr Bomb! I see you are causing a disruption again. Cain't you see you have disturbed the whole class with your constant talking?
DaBomb: Sorry, sir, but I wasn't disturbing anyone. And I have only talked once.
Peer: Yeah, he didn't-
Mr. Niven: Shutup! Shutup all of you!
Peer: Sorry sir.
Mr. Niven: Yes. Now I must get back to my pointless, rambling and desultory lecure, or as I call it a "schpeel" on how the speed limit is a stupid rule, so I can rot away your brain cells with my nosense.
DaBomb: Couldn't we be learned something mathematical? Or is this lecture somehow related to the curriculum?
Mr. Niven: No! And just because of that outburst, I'm going to cancel the Junior Acheivment program, though it was the only useful and interesting part of this course.
DaBomb: Sorry.
Mr. Niven: It's talking like that that wastes my time. Do you know we are 2 or 3 classes behind every other group?
DaBomb: But that's only because we didn't have a class yesterday. And you waste our time.
Mr. Niven: I do not! It is your fault we are behind. Now, Let's have a pointless activity where we draw random - but not mathematically related - shapes on our page for 43 minutes.
DaBomb: Is this just busy work?
Mr. Niven: Not really. There is so much more you could be learning in this class, but I don't have the skills to understand it nor the skills to teach it.
DaBomb: Oh. Well couldn't we do something?
Mr. Niven: No! I forbid all forms of entertainment in my class, especially all forms of communication. You don't pay $10,000 a year to come to this school so you can do work, do you?
DaBomb: (Sarcastically) No. We come here to listen.
Mr. Niven: Argh! More interruptions! I haven't even got to my useless speech about blind people yet!
DaBomb: Look, for the past 2 months you have nagged us into oblivion. I mean, you make classes so boring that an excorcism would be more enjoyable!
Peer: Homework is like a holocaust since you can't teach anything!
Mr. Niven: (Covering his ears with his hands) Alalalalalalala! I'm not listening! Lalalalalalalala!
DaBomb: You are pathetic.
Mr. Niven: ...alalalalalala
(The bell rings)
Peer: Thank God. Lunchtime!
Mr. Niven: (Evilly) See you all tomorrow.
So yeah, that sums it up. The only thing that doesn't suck about this class? Well, it doesn't actually smell bad.
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