The Week

Returning to last week's discussion of raunch in metaphysical poetry, our distinguished teacher had this to say, much to our horror...
Sir: A bit of raunch is an important part of any consenting adult relationship.
Me: Can I quote you on that one, Sir?
Sir: I'd rather you didn't.

Today was Harry Potter dress up day (long story there). I dressed up as Professor Umbridge. Sarah dressed up as a basilisk using a sock puppet with eyes stuck on.

For the record, Mr Mo looks like an older, scarless version of Harry Potter with nicer glasses.

At the beginning of class, Sarah stuck the puppet in Sir's face. He hissed at it. He then told us that it was our problem we didn't speak parseltongue.

About 10 minutes later we were divided into pairs and each put on a computer in order to do some practice exam collaboration. Monica was in the classroom because she enjoys our company and secretly regrets dropping extension.

Sarah and I were on pair, Sophia and Elsa were the other. We were seated at computers when it was noted that the class had been inadvertently segregated: Monica (Philipino), Sophia (Vietnamese) and Elsa (Chinese) were all at one end of the room; Sir (at least 4th generation Australian), Sarah (She lives in the Shire. That says something about her lineage) and I (European ancestors is about as close as I can get) were on the other.

I am unfortunately unable to document what Mr Mo said next, because it is impossible not to be misconstrued. But it was hilarious.

The Week US Edition

I've been promising this for a while, and here it is:

Intercom on the Caltrain to San Jose on Monday 2 August: Attention all Caltrain passengers. If you have a monthly pass for July, it expires at noon on the first business day of the next month. Which is today. So it expired about 10 minutes ago.

You definitely don't get that on Cityrail.

Me Love Cookie

Recently I have been making a Cookie Monster hat in preparation for year 12 trivia night and it's dress-up theme. I just finished it. I'll put up pictures as soon as someone takes a photo and uploads it to Facebook (my internet being what it is, there's no point in me doing it, I won't actually upload the photo for a couple of months).

Suffice to say it's AWESOME.

The Week (old school style)

As of today, I am back at school (cue much rejoicing). I'm not going to comment on the fact that according to my new timetable, I now have two doubles of maths on a friday.

And so, The Week!!!

We were in latin (as I inadvertantly am whenever something funny happens) and Mr Mo was a touch... different.
Me: Sir, are you high on cough medication?
Sir: Yes.
Me: Really?
Sir: No.
Me: Would you like me to put that on the record?
Sir: Maybe.

Later, we were in Latin, and John Donne's Busy Old Fool came up. Apparently one of the english teachers had read it to his class and had been rather... enthusiastic in doing so.
Sir was defending the validity of the poem, as he is wont to do.
Sir: It's a bit raunchy. Raunchy is good.
Me: Not when it's coming from you, sir.
Sir: That's not what my wife says.
At which point we all cracked up.

And then we got onto the topic of Cicero and Catullus' mutual burnign hatred.
Mr Mo tried to describe their reasons for hating each other. Apparently Cicero was a conservative, whereas Catullus...wasn't.
Sir: Cicero would have been a John Howard voter. Catullus would have voted for the Greens.
Me: Could we take it one step further and say that he'd vote for the HEMP party? [Help End Marijuana Prohibition]
Soap & Sarah: Sex party!
Sir: I think he might have had a few sex parties himself.

The conversation then took it's logical course... to Harry Potter.
Basically, Catullus had put the word patronus in his poem regardign Cicero. In this case we were to take patronus to mean lawyer as opposed to patron.
Sir: Expecto Patronum - I'm waiting for a lawyer.

And that's from one day of school. I'll be back next friday with a week worth of The Week.

And because I'm in the running to win Curmudgeon Of The Week (scroll down until you get to the pertinent post), here's a photo of me, because my evil *insert numerous multilingual expletives of great magnitude and ferocity* dial-up sucks five pronged demon wangs, and won't let me attach things to emails.

Dentistry

I have a long and colourful history with my dentist, stemming from when she spent five unanaesthetised hours reimplanting my teeth into my damaged jaw, making caps to replace all the bits that snapped off, and then splinting the resulting mishmash of tooth, fibreglass and high calcium concrete together.

This was continued when she had to replace one of those caps earlier this year (on my birthday, if I may add) because it had been sealed incorrectly and was starting to have problems.

And I have a feeling it's going to be furthered because I'm getting a new tooth.

I first noticed it a few weeks ago when I realised I had a strange lump under my gum behind the back molar in quadrant 4. A few weeks later, there's a tooth starting to erupt.

I've had all my adult teeth since I was somewhere in the vicinity of age eleven. That means this tooth can only be one thing. A wisdom tooth.

I'm seventeen years old (technically seventeen years, one month and ten days, but who's quibbling). I AM WAY TOO YOUNG FOR WISDOM TEETH.

I am unimpressed. Jaw, way to fuck me over again.

Adela vs. Communist Machinery, Round 2

The chairman Mao clock is windup. I neglected to wind it yesterday after it woke me up (I'd wound it before going to sleep, I hadn't thought it necessary). When I went to sleep at 11.30 last night, I found it had stopped at 11.00

Tricky move, Chairman. Let's call this one a draw.

AngryAngryMurderEyes

I have water in my ear canal. I'm assuming it's left over from swimming. It's pissing me off.

Grrr.