The blog need some fresh news, but I’m tired and grumpy today — so get ready for a grumpy update. I wish my math classroom were equipped with some sort of trapdoor system with the lever positioned next to my desk. Sitting in the center of the front row every day is a former teacher’s pet (no doubt) who says, “uh huh,” “mm-hmmm,” “okay,” “yeah!” or vigorously nods his head in response to every other sentence the professor utters, as if this were some sort of personal tutoring session. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but this material is:
(a) dreadfully boring, and
(b) completely opaque unless you co-authored the book.
So either he is faking a deep understanding of convex functions, or he really enjoys tedious math and feels the need to share his enthusiasm with the rest of the class at 9 a.m. Either way, I feel an urge — nay, a duty — to expel him from the room after every “I see, professor!” In lieu of a trapdoor system, I’ve been devising a medieval-style catapult to launch this guy, chair and all, as far as Rantoul. Better yet, the device shall rise from the ashes of the failed Tau Beta Pi Punkin’ Chunkin’ trebuchet (”The Money Shot”) of 2000. In the meantime, I’ll be sucking down some Excedrins.
Comment from Mother of the Bride on 28 Feb. 2003, 4:20 pm :
So, why aren’t you wearing them to the wedding? Do you want to fall off your shoes at church again!
Comment from Sister of the Bride on 28 Feb. 2003, 4:22 pm :
Hahahaha, that would be so funny. Rachel the clutz back and better than ever. It’s one thing to fall off your shoes when you get ready to leave the pews after church, but to fall on your walk down the aisle… priceless.
Comment from Rachel on 28 Feb. 2003, 4:41 pm :
I was thinking since I am a mere 5′3″, it might be nice to add a little height for the actual ceremony. You do bring up an interesting point about falling down in church though…
And Katie - It was in the middle of a hymn. No moving whatsoever…
Comment from Sister of the Bride on 28 Feb. 2003, 6:21 pm :
Are you sure you didn’t fall at the end of one too? I swear you did… however, the no moving is even funnier. Which brings up completely unrelated thoughts of you falling when I had an inch of water on the floor in the bakery, your poor little hand outstretched to reach the rack, but just out of arm’s length.
Oh yeah, and since when I are you 5′3″? I thought it was “5′2″ with shoes on”??