Today in first hour, we where given an assignment which involved breaking into groups of 2. After roughly 30 seconds of honest work, I examined the classroom to notice that everyone else within hearing distance had began doing the same thing Mick and I had: absolutely nothing.
Yes, instead of comparing our introduction paragraphs to the current essay prompt, people where discussing the events of the weekend and making plans for next.
The nice thing is, after nearly 13 years of public school, I think that most all of us have learned an extremely valuable skill that wasn't necessarily acquired in a classroom: how to BS your way through something.
We've all done it, some more than others. During sophomore year when chemistry homework was do, it seemed that my only option was to scribble some numbers and elements and hope for the best. Upon receiving the packet back with full credit (as opposed to the barely passing grades I received when I actually tried) a whole new doorway opened for me.
As with most things, I wasn't the only one to utilize this lovely skill.
I fondly recall third period math this year, Conor was peacefully reading his book while the rest of the class pretended to listen to Mrs. Rader's rambling that was supposed to transformed into notes.
Mrs. Rader chose Conor to answer her current example problem. Having completely not paid attention, he mumbled something about not getting an answer without really saying anything comprehensible.
This was the correct answer strangely, as there answer to the math problem in question was "no solution."
I suppose this may be more luck than skill at waffling. Oh well, it made a fun example.
Bringing it back to today, second hour was rather entertaining.
Healthy eating habits of the day lasted until around 9:40 when Ben, Jared, and I decided to check out the "strange sound my car is making" by driving it to the Spudnut shop.
When we returned, we walked over to find a few underclass guys trying to start the Ford Escort that has been owned by the school for around 10 years. Not wanting to do anything constructive, one of the guys working was lured to the trunk by his friends to look at "something weird back there," when he opened the trunk, he was promptly shoved in to the small space and locked in.
It sounds kinda mean, but he took it like a champ.
After he was safely locked in the rear of the car, we decided to lift the car using the hydraulic system in the shop. A few feet of the ground he started to legitimately freak out, so we stopped raising him and let him hang there for a few minutes.
Finally when everyone had decided he had had enough, he was lowered and released. Luckily someone who hadn't been involved the entire time let him out, with mild surprise.
When he finally exited the vehicle, his only words where "Did we make it over the border okay?"
Like I said, he took it like a champ.
That was pretty much the only noteable school related thing.
Due to the weird schedule of the day, there was a onech. Having long been tempted to try KFC's double down, a large group of us travelled across the bridge to the nearest KFC to see what all the fuss is about.
It was kinda gross.
For those of you who are uneducated in the art of fast food consumption, the double down is as follows: A slab of chicken, slice if cheese, sauce, bacon, sauce, cheese, slab of chicken. No bun, just meat.
Sounds good on paper, but the grease factor ruined it for me. A few hours later it felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach by the entire varisty soccer team.
Switching gears, I have developed this bad habit of accidentally falling asleep. Not quite narcoleptic status, but close enough to the point where its annoying.
I was at Kaden/Tyson's today, and while waiting for one to finish mowing the lawn and the other to cleanse himself, I somehow crashed facedown on a couch.
I was awoken by a rough shaking and a loud scream of HEY SEAN from the lovely Mr. Mathis.
Shortly after this, I deemed it necessary to take care of a few minor things I'd been putting off. While I was out and about driving in sandals, I managed to perform an action which resulted in my head smashing into my steering wheel.
For those of you who don't actually know how to drive*, real cars have 3 pedals: a clutch, a brake pedal, and a gas pedal in that order.
Most of the time when the clutch pedal is pressed, you shove it all the way to the floor.
Now, like I said I was wearing sandals. I have big feet, meaning wide sandals. As I went to put the clutch in, my foot caught the brake pressing it down extremely far, resulting in my head colliding with my wheel. Ouch.
*I would very much enjoy learning you to drive a stick.
That, ladies and gents, was my day in a nutshell.
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that double down doesnt even look good. but i commend you for trying it.
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