Notes and occurances [spont.]
Mar. 11th, 2004 04:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
1. So there was this weird dream last night about me, Antonuk, and an abstract art project. In my dream, apparently she and Mr. Ancelin live a couple of houses down the street where I live. Conclusion: Prediction that I'd have a close encounter with her today.
2. Mr. MacGregor, normally a very easy-going guy, sounded really angry at the beginning of today's lesson. He was like, "we are going to stop wasting class time. We're already five minutes into class and we haven't even started. Everyone get out a sheet of paper and write my new rules down." He then runs off a huge list of rules that are pretty reasonable, but harsh, while twirling his pointer stick in his hands. I figured this might have had something to do with the two students that were asked to leave the class because they wouldn't stop talking to each other.
Then he has us put our hands up if we've brought our textbook to class. "Those of you who have your homework completed and ready to stamp, stand up. Okay, sit down. Those who don't have your homework done, stand up. Now sit down. Everybody stand up. Good, sit down." (And I thought, okay......) Then he gives us a little assignment to think about and walks out of the room for a moment.
When he comes back, there is developing a very low whispering throughout the room, probably people discussing 'what the heck's going on?' or something to that effect. "I want you all to be working!"
Then he breaks it to us; it was all an act to demonstrate what life is like under a dictatorship, to introduce us to the next unit on the curriculum. We had to admit that we were totally under its spell. Now I wonder if he's ever considered acting ;)
3. Here I was again, walking to art class through crowded hallways past the Queen Ant's room, and it appeared to me that she was, at the moment, not in the room. I keep on walking by, and all of a sudden, while dodging a crowd of kids, I literally brush past her, and she says 'hi' to me, calling me by name. Naturally, as instinct to me, I return the greeting, only realizing later how strange it was to break the silence of exactly three months. I couldn't help but clasp my hands in gesture of prayer as often as I could during art class.
2. Mr. MacGregor, normally a very easy-going guy, sounded really angry at the beginning of today's lesson. He was like, "we are going to stop wasting class time. We're already five minutes into class and we haven't even started. Everyone get out a sheet of paper and write my new rules down." He then runs off a huge list of rules that are pretty reasonable, but harsh, while twirling his pointer stick in his hands. I figured this might have had something to do with the two students that were asked to leave the class because they wouldn't stop talking to each other.
Then he has us put our hands up if we've brought our textbook to class. "Those of you who have your homework completed and ready to stamp, stand up. Okay, sit down. Those who don't have your homework done, stand up. Now sit down. Everybody stand up. Good, sit down." (And I thought, okay......) Then he gives us a little assignment to think about and walks out of the room for a moment.
When he comes back, there is developing a very low whispering throughout the room, probably people discussing 'what the heck's going on?' or something to that effect. "I want you all to be working!"
Then he breaks it to us; it was all an act to demonstrate what life is like under a dictatorship, to introduce us to the next unit on the curriculum. We had to admit that we were totally under its spell. Now I wonder if he's ever considered acting ;)
3. Here I was again, walking to art class through crowded hallways past the Queen Ant's room, and it appeared to me that she was, at the moment, not in the room. I keep on walking by, and all of a sudden, while dodging a crowd of kids, I literally brush past her, and she says 'hi' to me, calling me by name. Naturally, as instinct to me, I return the greeting, only realizing later how strange it was to break the silence of exactly three months. I couldn't help but clasp my hands in gesture of prayer as often as I could during art class.
