teacher's pet peeve

so yeah, i went to 'Honk' @ Dorinda's school saturday night. that was pretty cool. it's just not the same as professional productions -- and that's what i liked about it. that, and all the duck-sex jokes. the entire thing had a very different feel to most other musical's i've seen -- not that many -- and it was very well done. the singing was, a few moments excluded, very good for high school kids.
i've had a busy week, with... i honestly don't know. snapping pictures of school friends and whatnot. i predict i will be doing that next week also, as well as copying an assignment that won't be checked/worth marks off of someone else for french. i... refuse to apply myself at tasks worth nothing more than a completion mark. especially not when i've got nothing to worry about. all that nothing on my mind is really not weighing me down.
IB kids rule. yeah, the ones who spend all day studying for exams and all period arguing over one puny test mark. it's great because while they are busy arguing, i get to sleep in class or socialize with equally not-IB friends, or whatever. i remember one time where i kept doing the 'brap thing' in class and no one cared because everyone -- teacher included -- was too busy figuring out a math problem. another time, my friend and i were lighting deodorant bodyspray (ex: Axe or Adidas spray) on fire at the back of art class. great times.

here's a little dialogue from one of my classes (hyperbole mine):

Teacher: okay guys, here's a work sheet for you to work on. do your best.
Carl: miss, what is this?
Teacher: what is it now, Carl? this is a worksheet. it's to teach you things i might have skipped by accident in my lesson.
Carl: oh, so if i believe in your teaching abilities, i don't have to do it right?
Teacher: ...just do the damn worksheet.
Carl: [...]
Teacher: [begins marking some tests]
Carl: what'd that person get?
Teacher: what?! that's none of your business.
Carl: was it mine? i have a right to know if it was mine, and since it might be mine, it might as well be mine and so, my business.
Teacher: ...what?!
Carl: yeah, nevermind. miss, can i take the liberty of not doing this?
Teacher: no Carl. do it.
Carl: ...y'gonna make me?
Teacher: well, no... but it's to help you to understand it and to get comfortable.
Carl: what happens if i already get it? wouldn't i be wasting our time?
Teacher: well, you won't be wasting my time.
Carl: i would, because you'd have to stay and supervise my working on this stuff.
Teacher: fine. waste my time. now will you get to work like the rest of the class?
Carl: sure. let's see...
[30 seconds later]
Carl: man, this is gay.
Teacher: what was that?
Carl: this is gay.
Teacher: [throws marking pen down] Carl! i can't believe you said that. [points to anti-homophobia poster]
Carl: yeah, and? i'm not afraid of the sheet. i just don't like it very much. it's ugly.
Teacher: which question are you on?
Carl: three.
Teacher: wow, you must be enjoying this stuff if you worked that fast.
Carl: not really. i did every other five letters.
Teacher: you were supposed to do every letter.
Carl: oh, i just figured you meant that as more of a set of guidelines...
Teacher: [throws hands into the air] oh whatever. skip however many you want. just don't let me know.
Carl: [starts packing books away]
Teacher: [massages temples]

EDIT: wow, that was a heck of a lot of comments. i don't get very many comments anymore, here on the P.Pole. this was a semi-exaggerated conversation between my math teacher and i.
btw, to the lady in red, i recall seeing -- not being --someone who was studying/ doing homework at church. if you ask me, that's pretty nerdy (and proud of it too, since they were displaying their nerdiness in public). well, that's okay. i'll have a NAP (it's not too hard to figure out what that means, is it?) and be all the more glad for it.

EDIT 2: courtesy of dictionary.com

nerd (n): an insignificant student who is ridiculed as being affected or studying excessively