This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
Collective action against unearned authority is actually a dope fuckin' response to The Scarlet Letter
Wizard drugs just dull your senses to the point that you don't mind all the intensely irritating shit that occurs in a wizarding life, fuckin talkin paintings and what not, fuckin ghostly John Cleese and all his guff
Pretty great ironic use of Arin Egoraptor Hanson there, Netrunner
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I'm very late here, but as far as I can remember, we were never given any full novels to read for class in Highschool.
It was always just short stories and such out of the textbooks.
The closest we got was I think senior year where I convinced the new, fresh out of college English teacher to cover Beowulf instead of some other stuff. Because I was a hyper turbo nerd.
This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
Collective action against unearned authority is actually a dope fuckin' response to The Scarlet Letter
This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
God this is the sort of coordinated anarchy I aspired to in high school but could never actually accomplish
the closest i ever got was that in freshman year i burned a CD that had Alice Cooper's "School's Out For Summer" on it and on the last day of school i got up during a class where I hated the teacher and wordlessly put the CD in the player and turned it on and went back to my seat and god I hate teenage me so fucking much
This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
God this is the sort of coordinated anarchy I aspired to in high school but could never actually accomplish
the closest i ever got was that in freshman year i burned a CD that had Alice Cooper's "School's Out For Summer" on it and on the last day of school i got up during a class where I hated the teacher and wordlessly put the CD in the player and turned it on and went back to my seat and god I hate teenage me so fucking much
Every high school story you have ever told makes it sound like you where the protagonist of some forgettable Max Keeble-esque Nickelodeon original movie
During history class one year, the teacher determined that we had spent too much time early in the semester on the first part of the curriculum, and in order to catch us up, instead of the regular curriculum we would get into pairs and do presentations on the decades left to cover
My friend and I asked if we could instead do a presentation on Nostradamus and whether his prophecies had come true
The teacher said yes, and the rest of the class had to sit there for an entire class as we talked about Nostradamus
This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
God this is the sort of coordinated anarchy I aspired to in high school but could never actually accomplish
the closest i ever got was that in freshman year i burned a CD that had Alice Cooper's "School's Out For Summer" on it and on the last day of school i got up during a class where I hated the teacher and wordlessly put the CD in the player and turned it on and went back to my seat and god I hate teenage me so fucking much
The only thing keeping me from being you was crippling self-consciousness and a hyper-awareness that pretty much anything I did might bring about endless psychological torment.
I had an English teacher that I hated, which was surprising cause English was my favorite subject, and so I didn't want to do shiiiiit in her classes.
The two biggest scams I ran were dodging a semester long poetry assignment by taking the small fraction I did do, shoving it in my old backpack along with a bunch of other scrap paper and folders and soaking it in Dr. Pepper overnight and telling the teacher they exploded in my bag over the weekend. Two week extension.
The last, which I am not proud of now, involved the Diary of Anne Frank. We had to find art from holocaust survivors and I was tasked with finding music. I couldn't find any MP3s on my usual music downloading bullshit and didn't want to pay iTunes for a school assignment so I just took two songs from the Batman Begins soundtrack and said they were from a composer I found on Wikipedia. She thought they were very beautiful.
In history class one of my friends at the time (who is now a huge right wing asshole) wanted to do our project on how communism destroys countries and in my research I found that it was actually way more complicated then that and he finished the project without me and ignored that part and just focused on how Putin got Russia back to it's glory.
This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
God this is the sort of coordinated anarchy I aspired to in high school but could never actually accomplish
the closest i ever got was that in freshman year i burned a CD that had Alice Cooper's "School's Out For Summer" on it and on the last day of school i got up during a class where I hated the teacher and wordlessly put the CD in the player and turned it on and went back to my seat and god I hate teenage me so fucking much
Every high school story you have ever told makes it sound like you where the protagonist of some forgettable Max Keeble-esque Nickelodeon original movie
Guys. I am a teacher and librarian. You experiences with crappy teachers is really bumming me out.
My AP English Lit teacher in high school was one of the best teachers I've ever had. Exposed an overwhelmingly white class to stuff like Beloved,Fool's Crow, and Love in the Time of Cholera. She pushed us and challenged us and dragged us kicking and screaming into empathy for experiences that weren't like ours.
I was, of course, a huge dick to her basically all the time. But that's more 'cause I was 17 and that was just sort of my thing. I wrote her a nice thank you note later.
WW2 is when Grindelwald and Dumbledore threw down, right? So they were super busy with their own Hitler.
Although given how the Ministry of Magic in the UK operates, that means there was likely a meeting between Hitler and whoever was the top Wizard in Germany at the time.
This is very late but here's my best required reading story:
In junior year we were supposed to read The Scarlet Letter, it was going to be the focus of the entire fourth quarter. We had to give weekly updates on how much we had read the book with citing specific passages we read. There were going to be multiple essays and projects based around the book and all the deep symbolism it contained.
No one read it. From the straight A students to people barely making it through class. The teacher didn't want to back down though and said that she would grade us all and just fail us if we didn't read it. No one wanted to read it still. We entered the most tense game of chicken. People gave impassioned speeches on why they thought the book had no artistic merit and gave more contemporary alternatives. The teacher stayed steadfast in her belief that some people would break and she could fail everyone else. Not one student blinked and finally she just gave up because she couldn't actually fail everyone. She spent the last week in icy silence.
God this is the sort of coordinated anarchy I aspired to in high school but could never actually accomplish
the closest i ever got was that in freshman year i burned a CD that had Alice Cooper's "School's Out For Summer" on it and on the last day of school i got up during a class where I hated the teacher and wordlessly put the CD in the player and turned it on and went back to my seat and god I hate teenage me so fucking much
Every high school story you have ever told makes it sound like you where the protagonist of some forgettable Max Keeble-esque Nickelodeon original movie
i think that's what i was aspiring to be
My theory is that you've always committed to bits, but you hadn't realized they were supposed to be bits yet.
In AP US History (a class where we stalled out at like, World War 1 because the teacher made us watch Gone With the Wind, which took like, a solid week of classes), we were given an assignment to fill out this "study packet," by hand, and have it ready for class in like, a week? It was a solid fifty pages, I think. Like, too much work for anyone.
So the entire class exchanged email addresses and divided it into chunks so everyone really only had to do like, two pages, or something?
Anyways, her grading system for it was walking around and checking to see if there was writing on the top page.
And now I am going to put on my fighting suspenders and lobster gloves and do wrestling techniques with german longswords because I'm still super cool.
My AP-equivalent English teacher was also my Anglican reverend who I went to chapel five days a week to see do religious stuff and he liked to read aloud portions of the assigned book in his deeply tranquilizing church voice and it was a continuous struggle to maintain conciousness until he read aloud the graphic, horrific gang rape scene from The Wars when it was a struggle to not leap out the window
I had an English teacher that I hated, which was surprising cause English was my favorite subject, and so I didn't want to do shiiiiit in her classes.
The two biggest scams I ran were dodging a semester long poetry assignment by taking the small fraction I did do, shoving it in my old backpack along with a bunch of other scrap paper and folders and soaking it in Dr. Pepper overnight and telling the teacher they exploded in my bag over the weekend. Two week extension.
The last, which I am not proud of now, involved the Diary of Anne Frank. We had to find art from holocaust survivors and I was tasked with finding music. I couldn't find any MP3s on my usual music downloading bullshit and didn't want to pay iTunes for a school assignment so I just took two songs from the Batman Begins soundtrack and said they were from a composer I found on Wikipedia. She thought they were very beautiful.
Let me tell you about the time I had to do a 'reflection' in Religion class (everyone had to do a few throughout the year, at the start of class, five to ten minutes of something that impacted you and why) wherein I played a clip from Batman Begins and made such a tight comparison to Jesus it brought my teacher to actual tears
I had an English teacher that I hated, which was surprising cause English was my favorite subject, and so I didn't want to do shiiiiit in her classes.
The two biggest scams I ran were dodging a semester long poetry assignment by taking the small fraction I did do, shoving it in my old backpack along with a bunch of other scrap paper and folders and soaking it in Dr. Pepper overnight and telling the teacher they exploded in my bag over the weekend. Two week extension.
The last, which I am not proud of now, involved the Diary of Anne Frank. We had to find art from holocaust survivors and I was tasked with finding music. I couldn't find any MP3s on my usual music downloading bullshit and didn't want to pay iTunes for a school assignment so I just took two songs from the Batman Begins soundtrack and said they were from a composer I found on Wikipedia. She thought they were very beautiful.
Let me tell you about the time I had to do a 'reflection' in Religion class (everyone had to do a few throughout the year, at the start of class, five to ten minutes of something that impacted you and why) wherein I played a clip from Batman Begins and made such a tight comparison to Jesus it brought my teacher to actual tears
You used Batman Begins for good and I used it for evil and now we need to fight
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Collective action against unearned authority is actually a dope fuckin' response to The Scarlet Letter
It was always just short stories and such out of the textbooks.
The closest we got was I think senior year where I convinced the new, fresh out of college English teacher to cover Beowulf instead of some other stuff. Because I was a hyper turbo nerd.
SON OF A BITCH SHE GOT US
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the closest i ever got was that in freshman year i burned a CD that had Alice Cooper's "School's Out For Summer" on it and on the last day of school i got up during a class where I hated the teacher and wordlessly put the CD in the player and turned it on and went back to my seat and god I hate teenage me so fucking much
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Instead, the happy ending is mostly just "what if society was exactly the same except some Better People were in charge"
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My friend and I asked if we could instead do a presentation on Nostradamus and whether his prophecies had come true
The teacher said yes, and the rest of the class had to sit there for an entire class as we talked about Nostradamus
I never really got into the books.
The only thing keeping me from being you was crippling self-consciousness and a hyper-awareness that pretty much anything I did might bring about endless psychological torment.
I was uh.... super cool.
Yeah let's go with that.
The wizards dont care about non wizards, at all
Most of them dont even know what guns are
Wow I really wasn't expecting the in universe answer to be "they are heartless assholes."
buddy let me tell you the story of 'molly is disabled and an entire school district called her a liar for it for three years'
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Wizards are bad people
I had really excellent teachers and librarians.
Maybe too excellent.
I mean, I became an English major.
Whooooops.
The two biggest scams I ran were dodging a semester long poetry assignment by taking the small fraction I did do, shoving it in my old backpack along with a bunch of other scrap paper and folders and soaking it in Dr. Pepper overnight and telling the teacher they exploded in my bag over the weekend. Two week extension.
The last, which I am not proud of now, involved the Diary of Anne Frank. We had to find art from holocaust survivors and I was tasked with finding music. I couldn't find any MP3s on my usual music downloading bullshit and didn't want to pay iTunes for a school assignment so I just took two songs from the Batman Begins soundtrack and said they were from a composer I found on Wikipedia. She thought they were very beautiful.
Yeah that sounds about right for most mainstream liberalism
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i think that's what i was aspiring to be
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Only after exhaustive study
Just to make sure we have a thorough understanding of the source material, you see
My AP English Lit teacher in high school was one of the best teachers I've ever had. Exposed an overwhelmingly white class to stuff like Beloved, Fool's Crow, and Love in the Time of Cholera. She pushed us and challenged us and dragged us kicking and screaming into empathy for experiences that weren't like ours.
I was, of course, a huge dick to her basically all the time. But that's more 'cause I was 17 and that was just sort of my thing. I wrote her a nice thank you note later.
Although given how the Ministry of Magic in the UK operates, that means there was likely a meeting between Hitler and whoever was the top Wizard in Germany at the time.
Awkward.
My theory is that you've always committed to bits, but you hadn't realized they were supposed to be bits yet.
You see, all the Minions were stuck in a cave at the time, so
So the entire class exchanged email addresses and divided it into chunks so everyone really only had to do like, two pages, or something?
Anyways, her grading system for it was walking around and checking to see if there was writing on the top page.
See ya round, normies.
*peels out in 2004 dodge neon with many dents*
According to my mother, her response was: "He's passing, though. Is it really an issue?"
On the record, while I do feel bad about the sleeping in class thing, the fact that I got that story out of it made it worthwhile.
Let me tell you about the time I had to do a 'reflection' in Religion class (everyone had to do a few throughout the year, at the start of class, five to ten minutes of something that impacted you and why) wherein I played a clip from Batman Begins and made such a tight comparison to Jesus it brought my teacher to actual tears
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