We had a new teacher Friday night.
Eeek.
The woman handed us a 21 page syllabus. She timed our bathroom breaks. I kid you not. You have no idea how slow an automatic towel dispenser takes to grind out an itty bitty square of paper until there is a woman with a stop watch down the hall timing your bodily functions.
Her (freely admitted, mind you) goal is that this class, her class, be the bucket of ice-water flung in our complacent, graduate faces.
Egad.
She also had us build eye glasses out of construction paper and glitter glue though, so apparently we’re going to get in touch with our inner child, too. Maybe throw around a bit of ice water ourselves. Who knows.
October 6th, 2010 at 5:36 pm
Yikes! Oh. My. God. Worst nightmare. I’ll be praying for you!
October 6th, 2010 at 6:11 pm
Eureka! I know how to fix my broken gold glitter glasses (the ones with a missing ear piece)- don’t you think they would look wonderful glued onto some stiff card stock cut to the right proportions – and glittered OF COURSE – to match hahahahahahahhaah
October 6th, 2010 at 11:55 pm
Yikes, what are you guys, five years old? In most grad schools it’s sink or swim. If the end product was not exceptional, we would fail the course. Nice she is so attentive but it does not give the adults much credit!
October 7th, 2010 at 7:46 pm
NO kidding, eh?