<p>I can’t roll my motherfucking r’s properly. Stupid pronunciation quiz.</p>
<p>Oh geez, [url=<a href=“http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/10/1/worldupdates/2008-10-01T012900Z_01_NOOTR_RTRMDNC_0_-357400-1&sec=Worldupdates]Canada[/url”>http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/10/1/worldupdates/2008-10-01T012900Z_01_NOOTR_RTRMDNC_0_-357400-1&sec=Worldupdates]Canada[/url</a>].</p>
<p>Mike, you have pronunciation quizzes? I wish I had your Spanish teacher. Mine is a blast, and he’s a good teacher, but he doesn’t care that students in their fourth year of Spanish can’t say “hijo” properly.</p>
<p>Sarah Palin speaks of “nukular” weapons.</p>
<p>I still have yet to choose two programs to apply to. God.</p>
<p>I have a stats test tomorrow. My teacher’s tests are a b*tch.</p>
<p>Don’t you have just one teacher that’s totally worthless? You know the type. You go into class and do nothing all period, the tests are easy, and at the end of the course, you’ve learned nothing that will help you. The American high school system is heavily laden with those sorts of teachers. Do French IB schools in Toronto not have that problem?</p>
<p>JB, I hate to break it to you but those teachers are non-existent after freshman year here in Chicago. A snooty French school will most certainly not have any.</p>
<p>Teachers like that are really rare here, after freshman year. I actually really like all of my teachers, and most are even tougher than I’d like. My French teacher is just impossible to satisfy, as is my philosophy teacher. My chem, bio, and stats teachers are seriously the best teachers I’ve ever had. The rest are all good, but these are the best few.</p>
<p>Generally, a “bad” teacher here is just one who has trouble transmitting information. For example, the econ teacher at my school just reeeally can’t teach, and people have trouble learning with him, but he still really knows his stuff.</p>
<p>I loved my econ teacher. He’d always do ridiculous things in class to prove economic theories. He’d sell the apple he was about to eat to the highest bidder, he’d restrict the “supply of tests” to make everyone show up on time, etc. My favorite was when he offered everyone as many donuts as they liked, but at a price of -5 points to their grade to demonstrate opportunity cost. I miss that class.</p>
<p>Palindeath. Take that as you will.</p>
<p>I’m going to be so unprepared for college. Today during my government class, I amused myself by writing the word “Diplomat” on my paper and proceeding to decorate it for the whole period. I did this while listening to my teacher ramble and ask random pointless questions about the four pages of reading that were assigned last night. Half of the class quite obviously did not read the four pages. During English today, we watched the original Star Wars movie. The idea was to try to find archetypes connecting it to Hebrew and Sumerian literature. Yes, Star Wars. But my Accounting teacher is the real deal. If I major in Accounting, I’ll have a good head start. If.</p>
<p>The stuff on Darth Vader’s suit is written in Hebrew or something. The story is old as time, you know. So.</p>
<p>I like being prepared.</p>
<p>Speaking of Hebrew, I was supposed to go to the head of the Hebrew/German language department and ask her whether it’s wise to take three languages at once. I know it’s not, but I want to anyway.</p>
<p>Of course it’s wise. Better a foreign language than AP Environmental Science.</p>
<p>Who wants to know about yesterday’s Tennessean Adventure?</p>
<p>I do.</p>
<p>I saw a few Asians, but mostly rich white kids with parents that talked to each other about the pta and other parents and such. It was vaguely uncomfortable.</p>
<p>But, I mean, it was good for me. It made everything real for me, you know? It motivated me.</p>
<p>I realized about my parents today during newspaper. My profile is being featured in the next issue, and my interviewer wrote that I watch my brother kick around a soccer ball or whatever. I had to admit that I’d never been to one of his games, and neither had my parents. My parents don’t go to our school concert’s, my brother’s soccer or basketball games, parent teacher conferences, my quiz matches, or any of that. Then some other kids were talking about visiting colleges. One dude was going to visit a college in Kansas. Then I realized how uncooperative my parents were with that, too. They’ve pretty much said no to all but Case Western. They just don’t have the time. Whenever I complain about it, they say I’m a selfish brat. Whatever.</p>
<p>My He Said/She Said column isn’t going so well. Both the he and the she are unqualified to write it, so we swapped articles. I wrote the She Said part, and the girl wrote the He Said part. It turned out with astonishing mediocrity. We’re going to turn it into a satire column.</p>
<p>I turn everything into a satire column. And I also had a realization about my parents. Samesies…</p>
<p>I think I’m in stage 6 of Kohlberg’s moral thinking, I think.</p>
<p>My school is doing a series of short plays this fall, and one of them is about three monkeys who are supposed to produce Hamlet. The three monkeys are named Swift, Milton, and Kafka. It’s hilarious for lit buffs. I, however, was the only one in the speech/drama class who knew who Swift, Milton, and Kafka were.</p>
<p>I’d make a face if I ever read that.</p>
<p>I drink your milkshake.</p>