Maybe all Teachers are a Little Bit Crazy # 2

My English teacher had shown us two paragraphs with all the same information, but with different sentence structures. The first had short sentences. They were also choppy. It didn't sound good. Especially because my English teacher was reading it in a very annoying voice. I don't think she knew she was doing it. The second paragraph, on the other hand, had long and often compound and complex sentences, combining two or three of the short, choppy ones. My English teacher was talking about the difference. She tapped a boy on the shoulder while saying, "What we have here is not good at all." It took me a few minutes to realize she was talking about the paragraph, not the boy. Later in that same English class, my English teacher was talking about how a question could be used with many books. I missed what the actual question was, and she wouldn't repeat what the question was, even though somebody asked. I don't think anybody in the class heard what she said in the first place. Anyway, she was trying to get the class to think of a word to describe the question, but failing miserably. Finally, she went up to a student and mouthed the word "essential." "Essential?" he guessed. My English teacher congratulated him and said that if he could get it, the rest of us should be able to too.

The computer lab instructor person, Ms. C, was doing a dance when my math class entered the computer lab. First she would jut her hands into the air, then turn around and free dance a bit, then jut her hands into the air again... My guess was that she had solved a seemingly unsolvable problem with a computer.

The class was talking, trying to figure out where to sit and which computer to use. Suddenly Ms. C yelled, "Everybody laser eyes on me!" She proceeded to say that even the people who were looking at her didn't have laser eyes on her, and that only one person in the class was burning lasers into her flesh.

She then explained what we were supposed to do. First we had to connect to a server. Then we had to go to finder, find that server, click on it, find documents, click on that, find "Family Feud," click on that, click on section two, and then open something. I was doing so with my computer when suddenly finder closed. I opened it again, and, to my surprise, I found documents to be missing. From the looks of surprise on other people's faces, I assumed they had the same problem. Someone raised their hand and exclaimed, "Documents disappeared!" Following this was about five minutes of frantically looking for documents. Someone at a computer next to me opened the trash and looked to see whether it was there. Her partner said, "Throwing away documents - bad idea." Suddenly two others stood up and said that they found it, and that it was in the Library section. Everybody immediately checked to see if it could really be true - documents was found! But it was gone. It turned out that Ms. C had moved it out before anyone got to look at it.

While we were working, computers kept having problems. One computer ejected the server every time it was supposed to save, and others had unique problems of there own. Whenever Ms. C solved a problem, she got really excited and said, "You can stay at that computer!" But she didn't dance, surprisingly

When class was about half way through, Ms. C called everybody's attention and instructed them to close whatever they were doing (after saving, of course) and to open family_feud.ppt. But instead of saying "PPT" she accidentally said "PPP" and started laughing hysterically. In the words of one girl in my class, like a drunk hyena.

- Marianne