inflammation
So i started school in May. Honor roll student (above 3.5... somewhere) *bows* *yawns*. I just started my anat. & phys II class. same instructor as I.*evil laugh* He looks like the child molester that i worked for a few years back. *shudders*, but thankfully is nothing like THAT man. I still get random urges to beat the heck out of him, due to his looks.
anyway... two classes ago, i had him. I led the class in a free for all "lets test boundaries" spree. we hid "bob" the skeleton, made fun of him, cracked jokes, arrived half hour late for 10 min breaks, veered wayyyy off subject, told corny jokes.Got good grades. And he liked us. scary. Kenny...the lone male in a class of 12 massage therapy students, came up with mooo-fossa (fossa is the boney stuff, and well..mufasa from lion king stuck...anatomy humor..go figure.)... we used that during tests at random intervals. childish i know.
today during our first day of APII, the teacher, ignoring me as usual cause i either smart back, answer correcly (while napping..its how i learn.. go figure) or tell jokes and narrate the class like Stadler and Waldorf (great muppets of their time!) asks the class about the skin (iguementary system. i spell horribly. deal.) and
"what are signs of inflammation?"
"red!" says one girl
"hot!" yells Kenny
"chili peppers!" i add...but apparently not as quiet as i thought... the girl next to me about falls out of her chair laughing. two kids across the room (of 17 students) hear and snickers also.
the teacher looks at me
I smile and bat my eyes
he pauses, cocks his head to the side, bats back, then ignores me agian.
whew. saved by my cute little self.
meanwhile, the new students are wondering what the heck just happened. I tell my deskmate that we have 5 more hours of this today(we were half an hour into the day). She busts out laughing again.
we only had 4 books for 17 people to share, as books werent ordered. (gee they are so WITH IT!) so she and i stuck random paper pieces with weird notes on them in the other person's book.
sadly, that distraction helps me learn, as i remember more, but it seems to have the opposite effect on everyone else.
sucks to be them.
i played some inflammation on the drive home.
anyway... two classes ago, i had him. I led the class in a free for all "lets test boundaries" spree. we hid "bob" the skeleton, made fun of him, cracked jokes, arrived half hour late for 10 min breaks, veered wayyyy off subject, told corny jokes.Got good grades. And he liked us. scary. Kenny...the lone male in a class of 12 massage therapy students, came up with mooo-fossa (fossa is the boney stuff, and well..mufasa from lion king stuck...anatomy humor..go figure.)... we used that during tests at random intervals. childish i know.
today during our first day of APII, the teacher, ignoring me as usual cause i either smart back, answer correcly (while napping..its how i learn.. go figure) or tell jokes and narrate the class like Stadler and Waldorf (great muppets of their time!) asks the class about the skin (iguementary system. i spell horribly. deal.) and
"what are signs of inflammation?"
"red!" says one girl
"hot!" yells Kenny
"chili peppers!" i add...but apparently not as quiet as i thought... the girl next to me about falls out of her chair laughing. two kids across the room (of 17 students) hear and snickers also.
the teacher looks at me
I smile and bat my eyes
he pauses, cocks his head to the side, bats back, then ignores me agian.
whew. saved by my cute little self.
meanwhile, the new students are wondering what the heck just happened. I tell my deskmate that we have 5 more hours of this today(we were half an hour into the day). She busts out laughing again.
we only had 4 books for 17 people to share, as books werent ordered. (gee they are so WITH IT!) so she and i stuck random paper pieces with weird notes on them in the other person's book.
sadly, that distraction helps me learn, as i remember more, but it seems to have the opposite effect on everyone else.
sucks to be them.
i played some inflammation on the drive home.
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