My Brother Talks To Cuboards
Aug. 12th, 2006 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricPicture the scene: year ten class, in a science lab (but not a science class, it's just using the lab).
The class has a new teacher, and they deem her to be a bit of a pushover.
Suddenly, my brother's pencil case goes flying up to the front of the room, and hits someone in the head. Joel is banished to the back science bench, and thence he goes, decrying the unfairness of it all and the fact that it wasn't he who threw the pencil case in the first place.
He proceeds to sit up the back of the room, on the lab stool, happily chatting to the cuboard for the remaining half of the lesson.
The new teacher eyes him with great bafflement, but figures it best not to call attention to his behaviour. It might encourage him or something.
The class finishes; the students file out.
The cupboard doors open and two boys (not members of that class at all) unfold themselves, and march neatly out behind Joel.
The class has a new teacher, and they deem her to be a bit of a pushover.
Suddenly, my brother's pencil case goes flying up to the front of the room, and hits someone in the head. Joel is banished to the back science bench, and thence he goes, decrying the unfairness of it all and the fact that it wasn't he who threw the pencil case in the first place.
He proceeds to sit up the back of the room, on the lab stool, happily chatting to the cuboard for the remaining half of the lesson.
The new teacher eyes him with great bafflement, but figures it best not to call attention to his behaviour. It might encourage him or something.
The class finishes; the students file out.
The cupboard doors open and two boys (not members of that class at all) unfold themselves, and march neatly out behind Joel.
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Date: 2006-08-12 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-12 08:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-12 11:17 am (UTC)what a crap teacher though. If I had a student "talking to the cupboards" I'd go up to them, all stealth-like and such so as not to provoke attention, and get a closer look. If the student really was talking to a cupboard for no reason apart from obvious mental problems, I'd move the kid away from the cupboard. If, however, there were two students in the cupboard (because we all know how young boys like to hide in
the closetcupboards... and in pairs), then I'd either a) notice and throw them out, or b) make it very uncomfortable for them for the period.seriously, that teacher should be slapped
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Date: 2006-08-12 12:08 pm (UTC)*hot chocolate fountain*
that is msot amusing. If the lads of my brother's grade are anything like the boys in mine, they'll be rolling in homoerotisicm, of the kind you only get when said boys never dream that any normal people actually ARE gay....
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Date: 2006-08-12 01:23 pm (UTC)and I certainly don't get the "hot chocolate fountain" reference
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Date: 2006-08-12 01:27 pm (UTC)rolling in homoeroticism- pretending to be gay is the favourite passtime of a certain class of guys. When faced with actual homosexuality they're repulsed and horrified, but you never meet homosexuality in small christian schools in small conservative towns.
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Date: 2006-08-12 02:50 pm (UTC)tee hee hee
well it certainly met my not-so-small christian school in a not-so-small suburb, though that didn't stop the
loosers"cool" guys of my school dressing up in their sisters'/gfs' school uniforms for our last Mufti Day...and that is what I thought you meant at first, but your choice of "homoeroticism" just made it sound like porn, hence my confusion.