We had a new teacher Friday night.
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.
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.