But aren't the rides on the short bus fun, math?
Anyways, my art teacher was badass. An old vietnam vet and a huge pothead. He'd let us listen to any music (I mean any, we had Adam Sandler's Piece of Shit Car uncensored playing one time..), goof off most the time, make 'candy dishes'(ashtrays) out of clay, draw nudes, etc.
And as fun as art class was, our History class was better. We would split up into different groups each chapter, and make video-recordings of the students doing all sorts of crazy crap, so long as it did a good, engaging job of presenting their topic in the chapter you were guaranteed an A. We'd take all the clips, string them together, and watch em' two days before the test.
man.. I wish I had copies of those tapes, good times.
Additional Comment:
LOL I remember now, we'd have this competition between my buddies about drawing ****s and whatever on each other's desk, and one time I created this huge intricate picture of a **** on my friend's desk while he was sick and got caught red handed. He took me aside after class and asked me what the hell I was doing, to which I replied "I'm expressing myself." I could tell he was trying to hold a straight face through it all and after I said that he started laughing and told me to get lost.
Anyways, my art teacher was badass. An old vietnam vet and a huge pothead. He'd let us listen to any music (I mean any, we had Adam Sandler's Piece of Shit Car uncensored playing one time..), goof off most the time, make 'candy dishes'(ashtrays) out of clay, draw nudes, etc.
And as fun as art class was, our History class was better. We would split up into different groups each chapter, and make video-recordings of the students doing all sorts of crazy crap, so long as it did a good, engaging job of presenting their topic in the chapter you were guaranteed an A. We'd take all the clips, string them together, and watch em' two days before the test.
man.. I wish I had copies of those tapes, good times.
Additional Comment:
LOL I remember now, we'd have this competition between my buddies about drawing ****s and whatever on each other's desk, and one time I created this huge intricate picture of a **** on my friend's desk while he was sick and got caught red handed. He took me aside after class and asked me what the hell I was doing, to which I replied "I'm expressing myself." I could tell he was trying to hold a straight face through it all and after I said that he started laughing and told me to get lost.