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One of the 6th grade teachers sent out a school-wide email about an hour ago...But first I should explain a little about the 6th grade teachers. They are a breed unto themselves. They are on the same campus with the 7th and 8th grade teachers but have more of a elementary school outlook on life. They are also led by a cadre of menopausal broads that turn molehills into mountains faster than you can say "barren uterus". Behind their backs we call them The Hen House. In all fairness there are about 4 fairly cool 6th grade teachers (3 guys and jockish chick in her mid-30s that doesn't get along with the older ladies). I cringe every time we have school-wide meetings that include this group because you know the meeting is going to last about 20 minutes longer than it should because they need to ask multiple questions and/or complain about something. They are also notorious for sending out school-wide emails that don't need to be sent AND 'replying all' ad nauseum. "I don't know why we can't change the time of the Book Fair to 30 minutes earlier so the 6th graders..." "I agree with Cindy!" "I agree with Cindy too!" "I agree with Cindy three!" "Haha, you crack me up, Lynn!" "I agree with Cindy, Carol and Lynn".So anyway the leader of the Hen House sent out an email, to the entire school, complaining that someone "stole" the space heater from the 6th grade ladies pisser. Apparently when the mercury drops to an unbearable 45 degrees here in Central CA taking a whiz requires a heated room. Of course the heater wasn't stolen. One of our VPs borrowed it because a group of teachers were busy creating tests in a little used meeting room that was without heat for some reason. Needless to say her email has been 'replied all' to 4 times so far "Yeah! where is out heater?"The last thing I'm doing before I leave today is replying all with "First-World Problem". I'm also going to see if the heater is still in the meeting room. If it is I'm going to hide it.
Well I went by the meeting room where the heater would be but it was locked. So I decided to see if I could get the key from the guy that teaches next door to me (they trust him with the master key since he's Mormon). I was just about to walk into his room when I noticed it was full of people. There was a meeting going on in his room. Attendees were my principal, one of the assistant sups, and about 4 other people higher up than me. Pretty much shot down my plan right there. :sadbanana:
 
Update on the 22 year old:

Sorry Lou Gehrig, but "today I consider myself, the luckiest man on the face of this earth"

The only bad things about her is her lack of pretty much any knowledge about 80s/90s pop culture and that her favorite actor is a tie between Ryan Reynolds or Mark Wahlberg.

She's actually quite intelligent (she's in Grad school) and she's funny and has a lot of witty comebacks which are usually about me being old (which is funny because unlike Tanner, I'm not old) She's also ridiculously flexable. She is also majorly concerned with keeping our "relationship" a secret. I completely feel like I'm playing with house money right now. At some point, she's going to wake up and wonder why she wasting her time with me. I'm completely fine with this. I've already gotten more out of this than I deserve. Did I mention she's ridiculously flexable? Anyways, I feel like I need to share the following story, though it obviously has to be PG rated and it's probably not that entertaining, but everything with this girl has to remain a secret in real life so I need an outlet to share something about her.

On Tuesday night we both attended a Chamber of Commerce Holiday themed Fun at 5 networking event. She texted me earlier in the day saying how nervous she was about going because she would be the youngest person there and she would have to act like she didn't really know me. I usually get completely hammered at these things and a wear a self made "Cat Fish Bill" name tag to amuse myself. But this time I didn't really drink alot and spent the first hour chit chatting with people and occasionally exchanging some glances with the 22 year old from across the room. She kept sending dirty texts to me. The secret flirting was fun. She seemed a little uncomfortable as she kinda clung to her co-workers on one side of the room. I know her co-workers so I made my way over to talk to them figuring it would add to the excitement of our secret flirting. Her co-workers introduced me to her since they assumed we didn't know each other. For some foolish reason I felt like I had some kind of cool George Clooney thing going on, I said "oh yeah, I think I know you, you do the marketing over there right? That christmas ad you ran last week was really good" She was kind of blushing and would not make eye contact with me. I was thinking that I liked the fact that I was making her nervous, it was like she was purposely not engaging me so no one would know about us.

Now earlier in the day I told her that I was wearing a kind of funny xmas tie and she said something like "of course you are, that what old people do". So as we're standing there with her co-workers, I felt like this super cool older guy making funny and witty comments as this young girl was all nervous and excited by my charm. Then she suddenly stepped closer to me and gently grabbed the bottom of my tie and said "I really like your tie". For some reason this completely threw me off. I'm not sure if it was the sudden change in her demeanor where she went from quiet and nervous to suddenly confident or the fact that she did the sexiest thing with her eyes as she slowly raised them from looking at my tie to looking me dead in the eyes while she displayed a boner-inducing sexy smile with just the corner of her mouth. I completely melted. It was the strangest thing, I suddenly went from George Clooney to George Costanza. Her co-workers also looked and complimented the tie. I stood there speechless, knowing that I should at least say thank you or something somewhat cool, but all I could do was make some sort of Beavis and Butthead grunt/laugh. After another awkward minute of me making weird noises, my boss called me over to introduce me to someone so I was able to get away before I did or said anything else stupid.

After a couple minutes the 22 year old walked by and said good night to me. I kinda walked away from my boss and the client he introduced me to and tried to say something charming to her but I think I said something like "yeah, have a happy christmas and stuff". She then quickly walked up close to me and whispered "I'm so horny right now, meet me at your place in 10 minutes" So I went back to my boss and said I had to leave. I then got in my car and said a little prayer thanking God and or Tebow for the kindness he has bestowed upon me. Got home and in the middle of sexy time, she got a text message from her mom telling her that there was a plate from dinner in the fridge ready for her to re-heat when she got home. I love that she appreciates the humor in that. So after finishing, I laid there smiling and exhausted as she left to go home to mommy and daddy's house.

I really think this is all a true Christmas miracle.
There is so much awesome in this post I don't know where to begin. :tebow:

 
I'm grading finals, conservatively over 100 of them (about 8 pages each), and it's funny to read the little comments they throw down on paper, usually in a state of horror or resignation. I'll post a few.

"My favorite quote from Hamlet: 'Words, words, words.'" The rest of this page was left blank. Oops.

On one of the exams, the students have to write a program in Visual Basic. Here is the name of his function: "Sub Not_Cool()" Another student named his function "Sub Winner()" which I thought was a little more optimistic.

He continued to rant elsewhere: "I'm not familiar with Euler's method and don't exactly know when to stop, whether it's at equation 1 or 2. Either way, the method is either perfect or way off." How true that is.

Later, he responded to the question "What will [the matrix] U look like at each step?" with :(

In the same section, another kid wrote of this problem "I understand. Not really."

A girl in the class invoked a higher power and wrote the Latin "Soli Deo Gloria" in frilly script with an accompanying bland starburst reminiscent of a 6-pointed version you'd find standard in PowerPoint document. God can't help you here, Megan.

I got a "Yo Dawg" on the front of another's cover page where this phrase was pointing to the word "Final." Apparently he was excited to be rid of this class. Previously, this semester, we had a five-ish minute discussion of the "Yo Dawg" Xzibit meme which these 18 year olds were shocked that someone twice their age was even aware of. The discussion morphed into some light 4-chan/Anonymous talk, and I think it was that day when they discovered I was deeply entrenched in the Matrix and probably shouldn't be messed with.

The oddest thing I've seen (to this point, I'm about 1/3 of the way done) was someone who wrote "5% ≠ 20%" next to a problem which was declared to be worth 20%. He wrote this once, erased it, and re-wrote it. Is there some niche Occupy movement I'm not currently aware of?

More to come, probably..
Man, I can barely understand anything in this post.
 
I'm on the verge of becoming really pissed off about fantasy football.

I'm playing my brother this week, he doesn't pay attention to ####, barely made any moves all year, squeaked into the playoffs with a 6-7 record and was probably bottom 3 in total points scored.

He's got Ryan and Roddy, and through one half of one game I'm already down 30 points.

Worse, I hate myself for even caring.

 
I think it was that day when they discovered I was deeply entrenched in the Matrix and probably shouldn't be messed with.
:lmao:
:goodposting:I like to freak my students out by throwing out random youth-oriented pop culture references. Me: So what are you guys talking about?Kid: MW3Me: Is that like a video game or something?Kid: Yeah. Have you heard of it?Me: Not really. But I do rock the Type 95 with Silencer and Rapid Fire. Use that with Assassin Pro and Steady Aim Pro and my KDR is beast.Kid: :shock: Me: You jelly, brah?
I had a friend who was a teacher who would tell his classes how to plagiarize on the first day of class. He'd really get into it, apparently, going into all the finer techniques you use to not get caught and detailing exactly how anti-cheating software programs (like turnitin.com) work. According to him they'd sit on the edge of their seats with jaws on the ground. Some would actually take notes. Then he'd finish his lecture with a smile and say something like, "Now you know that I know."Despite this, he'd still get one a year who would turn in a ripped paper anyway. Instant F. Kids are dumb. Unless Gadzooks is having sex with them. Then they seem to get sexy and smart. The point of this story? We need to bottle Zooks' semen and market it to parents as the cure for adolescent idiocy.
 
So my son misses school yesterday. Me and the Mrs had a miscommunication as to who was going to call school to let them know he wasn't going to be there. Lunch time rolls around and the Mrs calls me. During the convo, I ask her if she called school and she basically said "I thought you were going to".So it's after 12:00, my kid's sitting next to me, not at school, and school hasn't called to inquire where my kid is.I'm obviously in the wrong for not calling the school, but I should have a problem with them not hunting someone down when my kid doesn't show up at school and there was no notice, right?
Don't be that parent
 
Just when I get myself back down to fighting weight, here comes Christmas and Mrs. PBH's batches of ginger xmas cookies.

I'm just happy she didn't make peanut butter ones. Pretty sure my vacation day would have ended with her finding me passed out in my chair with crumbs all over my chest and an empty carton of milk by my feet.
Is your wife making a different kind of cookie every day until Christmas? No? Then shut up.
:lmao: Really? Mrs. Lllama is uber.
SHE HAS A BLOG
I'll take a link.
I'll take a cookie
 
Heading to Nicaragua in the morning.

GMTAN investment consortium: what kind of property would we like to invest in? Beachfront? Lakefront? City? (I'm leaning city due to having now turned down three dozen people for rentals in less than two months.) Just let me know.

 
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So I got some things from Amazon, and USPS delivered yesterday - put the box on our front porch. But we didn't know. It rained last night and a book in the box is a little wet. I guess this is my fault for leaving the box out there, but I am disappointed that Amazon doesn't shrink wrap their books to protect them, I thought they used to. What would you do?
By the way, I found out about this damage from my wife today when she called me at work. So I went through the return process and printed the return labels at work. But I later noticed that somehow I submitted the request twice so now I am getting two new books. But by the time I noticed it was too late to cancel one because they were already in process of being shipped. So now I have to send one back. And I also have to box up the damaged book and send that back. The problem? THERE'S BARELY ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT. Maybe the top of the binding was slightly warped from moisture, but this is a Pokemon "guide book" for my son and it will be destroyed within 3 weeks anyway. :wall:
 
Heading to Nicaragua in the morning.GMTAN investment consortium: what kind of property would we like to invest in? Beachfront? Lakefront? City? (I'm leaning city due to having now turned down three dozen people for rentals in less than two months.) Just let me know.
City. If I can be your Jack Nicholson maintenance guy in the summers.**I promise no family murders.****local prostitutes not exempt.
 
I'm on the verge of becoming really pissed off about fantasy football. I'm playing my brother this week, he doesn't pay attention to ####, barely made any moves all year, squeaked into the playoffs with a 6-7 record and was probably bottom 3 in total points scored. He's got Ryan and Roddy, and through one half of one game I'm already down 30 points. Worse, I hate myself for even caring.
Guy I'm playing has the same two guys. Vomit.
 
K4>saw a show on TLC called A Place in the Sun. It's all about foreign real estate. I watch it because the hostess is smoking hot. :excited:

Anyway, they were in southern Nicaragua last week, looking for an estate with casitas to rent out to surfers. You probably don't want to spread your empire that thin, just yet.

 
One of the 6th grade teachers sent out a school-wide email about an hour ago...

But first I should explain a little about the 6th grade teachers. They are a breed unto themselves. They are on the same campus with the 7th and 8th grade teachers but have more of a elementary school outlook on life. They are also led by a cadre of menopausal broads that turn molehills into mountains faster than you can say "barren uterus". Behind their backs we call them The Hen House. In all fairness there are about 4 fairly cool 6th grade teachers (3 guys and jockish chick in her mid-30s that doesn't get along with the older ladies).

I cringe every time we have school-wide meetings that include this group because you know the meeting is going to last about 20 minutes longer than it should because they need to ask multiple questions and/or complain about something. They are also notorious for sending out school-wide emails that don't need to be sent AND 'replying all' ad nauseum. "I don't know why we can't change the time of the Book Fair to 30 minutes earlier so the 6th graders..." "I agree with Cindy!" "I agree with Cindy too!" "I agree with Cindy three!" "Haha, you crack me up, Lynn!" "I agree with Cindy, Carol and Lynn".So anyway the leader of the Hen House sent out an email, to the entire school, complaining that someone "stole" the space heater from the 6th grade ladies pisser. Apparently when the mercury drops to an unbearable 45 degrees here in Central CA taking a whiz requires a heated room. Of course the heater wasn't stolen. One of our VPs borrowed it because a group of teachers were busy creating tests in a little used meeting room that was without heat for some reason. Needless to say her email has been 'replied all' to 4 times so far "Yeah! where is out heater?"

The last thing I'm doing before I leave today is replying all with "First-World Problem". I'm also going to see if the heater is still in the meeting room. If it is I'm going to hide it.
Good God
 
One of the 6th grade teachers sent out a school-wide email about an hour ago...

But first I should explain a little about the 6th grade teachers. They are a breed unto themselves. They are on the same campus with the 7th and 8th grade teachers but have more of a elementary school outlook on life. They are also led by a cadre of menopausal broads that turn molehills into mountains faster than you can say "barren uterus". Behind their backs we call them The Hen House. In all fairness there are about 4 fairly cool 6th grade teachers (3 guys and jockish chick in her mid-30s that doesn't get along with the older ladies).

I cringe every time we have school-wide meetings that include this group because you know the meeting is going to last about 20 minutes longer than it should because they need to ask multiple questions and/or complain about something. They are also notorious for sending out school-wide emails that don't need to be sent AND 'replying all' ad nauseum. "I don't know why we can't change the time of the Book Fair to 30 minutes earlier so the 6th graders..." "I agree with Cindy!" "I agree with Cindy too!" "I agree with Cindy three!" "Haha, you crack me up, Lynn!" "I agree with Cindy, Carol and Lynn".So anyway the leader of the Hen House sent out an email, to the entire school, complaining that someone "stole" the space heater from the 6th grade ladies pisser. Apparently when the mercury drops to an unbearable 45 degrees here in Central CA taking a whiz requires a heated room. Of course the heater wasn't stolen. One of our VPs borrowed it because a group of teachers were busy creating tests in a little used meeting room that was without heat for some reason. Needless to say her email has been 'replied all' to 4 times so far "Yeah! where is out heater?"

The last thing I'm doing before I leave today is replying all with "First-World Problem". I'm also going to see if the heater is still in the meeting room. If it is I'm going to hide it.
Good God
You have no idea.
 
One of the 6th grade teachers sent out a school-wide email about an hour ago...

But first I should explain a little about the 6th grade teachers. They are a breed unto themselves. They are on the same campus with the 7th and 8th grade teachers but have more of a elementary school outlook on life. They are also led by a cadre of menopausal broads that turn molehills into mountains faster than you can say "barren uterus". Behind their backs we call them The Hen House. In all fairness there are about 4 fairly cool 6th grade teachers (3 guys and jockish chick in her mid-30s that doesn't get along with the older ladies).

I cringe every time we have school-wide meetings that include this group because you know the meeting is going to last about 20 minutes longer than it should because they need to ask multiple questions and/or complain about something. They are also notorious for sending out school-wide emails that don't need to be sent AND 'replying all' ad nauseum. "I don't know why we can't change the time of the Book Fair to 30 minutes earlier so the 6th graders..." "I agree with Cindy!" "I agree with Cindy too!" "I agree with Cindy three!" "Haha, you crack me up, Lynn!" "I agree with Cindy, Carol and Lynn".So anyway the leader of the Hen House sent out an email, to the entire school, complaining that someone "stole" the space heater from the 6th grade ladies pisser. Apparently when the mercury drops to an unbearable 45 degrees here in Central CA taking a whiz requires a heated room. Of course the heater wasn't stolen. One of our VPs borrowed it because a group of teachers were busy creating tests in a little used meeting room that was without heat for some reason. Needless to say her email has been 'replied all' to 4 times so far "Yeah! where is out heater?"

The last thing I'm doing before I leave today is replying all with "First-World Problem". I'm also going to see if the heater is still in the meeting room. If it is I'm going to hide it.
Good God
You have no idea.
Yes I do, my mom teaches fifth. She'd be great friends with these ladies.
 
One of the 6th grade teachers sent out a school-wide email about an hour ago...

But first I should explain a little about the 6th grade teachers. They are a breed unto themselves. They are on the same campus with the 7th and 8th grade teachers but have more of a elementary school outlook on life. They are also led by a cadre of menopausal broads that turn molehills into mountains faster than you can say "barren uterus". Behind their backs we call them The Hen House. In all fairness there are about 4 fairly cool 6th grade teachers (3 guys and jockish chick in her mid-30s that doesn't get along with the older ladies).

I cringe every time we have school-wide meetings that include this group because you know the meeting is going to last about 20 minutes longer than it should because they need to ask multiple questions and/or complain about something. They are also notorious for sending out school-wide emails that don't need to be sent AND 'replying all' ad nauseum. "I don't know why we can't change the time of the Book Fair to 30 minutes earlier so the 6th graders..." "I agree with Cindy!" "I agree with Cindy too!" "I agree with Cindy three!" "Haha, you crack me up, Lynn!" "I agree with Cindy, Carol and Lynn".

So anyway the leader of the Hen House sent out an email, to the entire school, complaining that someone "stole" the space heater from the 6th grade ladies pisser. Apparently when the mercury drops to an unbearable 45 degrees here in Central CA taking a whiz requires a heated room. Of course the heater wasn't stolen. One of our VPs borrowed it because a group of teachers were busy creating tests in a little used meeting room that was without heat for some reason. Needless to say her email has been 'replied all' to 4 times so far "Yeah! where is out heater?"

The last thing I'm doing before I leave today is replying all with "First-World Problem". I'm also going to see if the heater is still in the meeting room. If it is I'm going to hide it.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao: Man, did I ever need this thread today. :thumbup:
Circa 1994, the concerns of internetters was that Al Gore's Information Superhighway was going to collapse into a singularity of links to other links. I think the current threat is that all content will be a meme of some sort. The telling time scale is how long it takes to get from 4chan to your mom. Once that lag is measured in hours, we should probably fold up shop, kiss our wives, and call it a life.
It took my mom over 13 years to find Triumph The Insult Dog. I think I'm safe.
 
Oh holy crap that is amazing. I need to rewatch it to figure out my favorite part.

Off the top of my head it's down between american idol reject girl in green in front of the cop car, token black dude janitor whistling, fat guy with short tie and no rhythm or when suspenders guy first sings and it's in falsetto.

Now I need to figure out if I know people that know anyone in this video. 17k views already...

 
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I'm grading finals, conservatively over 100 of them (about 8 pages each), and it's funny to read the little comments they throw down on paper, usually in a state of horror or resignation. I'll post a few.

"My favorite quote from Hamlet: 'Words, words, words.'" The rest of this page was left blank. Oops.

On one of the exams, the students have to write a program in Visual Basic. Here is the name of his function: "Sub Not_Cool()" Another student named his function "Sub Winner()" which I thought was a little more optimistic.

He continued to rant elsewhere: "I'm not familiar with Euler's method and don't exactly know when to stop, whether it's at equation 1 or 2. Either way, the method is either perfect or way off." How true that is.

Later, he responded to the question "What will [the matrix] U look like at each step?" with :(

In the same section, another kid wrote of this problem "I understand. Not really."

A girl in the class invoked a higher power and wrote the Latin "Soli Deo Gloria" in frilly script with an accompanying bland starburst reminiscent of a 6-pointed version you'd find standard in PowerPoint document. God can't help you here, Megan.

I got a "Yo Dawg" on the front of another's cover page where this phrase was pointing to the word "Final." Apparently he was excited to be rid of this class. Previously, this semester, we had a five-ish minute discussion of the "Yo Dawg" Xzibit meme which these 18 year olds were shocked that someone twice their age was even aware of. The discussion morphed into some light 4-chan/Anonymous talk, and I think it was that day when they discovered I was deeply entrenched in the Matrix and probably shouldn't be messed with.

The oddest thing I've seen (to this point, I'm about 1/3 of the way done) was someone who wrote "5% ≠ 20%" next to a problem which was declared to be worth 20%. He wrote this once, erased it, and re-wrote it. Is there some niche Occupy movement I'm not currently aware of?

More to come, probably..
Roolz.Do you teach VB code? Or is that like a prereq?

 

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