Your child has fallen behind due to his absences. Please ensure that he attends class on time and stops arriving an hour late and leaving an hour early.
Mr. Owens, a student's mom just called about a note you sent home. She sounded very angry.
Huh?
Apparently asking a parent to get their kid to school on time is asking too much.
These days, achievement alone is moot; everyone must improve, or fall into "corrective action" under the control of the state.
What about those who achieve at astounding levels? So they fall from a 99 to a 98; whoop-a-dee-doo!
This strip isn'e funny, mostly because it's true.
So essentially, an 8th grader who finally gets "1+1" is on the "right track", whereas one who has trouble with integrals obviously is doing something wrong, and now needs the state to show him how.
So the question reads, "Your grandpa gets you an aquarium for your birthday. You want to know how much water it can hold. How can you figure this out?"
Let the headbanging begin...
Answer: Ask your grandpa.
Answer: Go to the fish store and ask someone there.
So angry I can't even make a punchline.
Can anyone tell me what I'm supposed to do with this?!
Mr. Owens's favorite show has returned to the airwaves.
Fuckin A right! Time for The Sopranos!
Woke up this morning, got yourself a gun...
Monday morning...
So as you can see, I'll charge $5 per entry for the March Madness pool, and I'll pay out $2.50 from each entry to the winner, while I pocket the rest.
But Mr. Owens, I thought today's math lesson was about polygons.
Don't fuck with my shy, kid, or they'll find you missing a couple of limbs. And don't forget to throw me a small taste from those Yu-Gi-Oh cards you've been selling on my turf.
So a variable is just a symbol or letter than can stand for any number.
What about 'm'? How much is 'm'?
Like I said, 'm' can mean any number, but in an equation...
I'm gonna put 'm' as my answer on the test. I'll be right because it'll represent the right answer.
'R' for 'retard'
Yes, but it will also represent all the wrong answers too, and 1/infinity=0... no, fuck this shit, you're wrong, and I'll put an 'R' on your report card.
How do I mange to teach people who just don't want to learn?
Well first, you may want to choose a new moniker that any half-wit with the internet won't find. Especially if you feel obligated to insult said students in such a forum.
What would you do if you had a mother who keeps telling you to be more independent, yet requires that you get her permission before doing anything?
She, she's right behind me, isn't she?
How do you get the wang in the tang?
Step One: Find a Drunk Chick. Step Two: Have sex with her. Step Three: Realize she's a triflin ho and get the fuck out of there.
After watching High Fidelity, I decided that I would tell my own story. This will not be limited to the Top 5, but will instead showcase my entire run of relationships.
Let's begin with Robyn. I was 16. We dated for 30 days, then she dumped me. I had my first kiss with her while watching Anaconda.
I keep thinking of that line, you know, "My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hon."
An old friend, Lesley, and I went to prom. We hit it off, but she was also seeing a 46-year old. I haven't heard from her since I left for college 5 years ago.
Consider this my revenge for you teasing me when we were young.
Within a week of arriving a college, I had met Lisa. We hit it off, but never actually entered into a 'relationship.' By the way, she was a flute player in the band.
I like sex.
Since we weren't in an actual relationship, we still met other people. None are of consequence for this discussion, mostly just an occasional make-out session.
We don't matter.
Katie and I became good friends. She also holds the record for my shortest relationship ever: 15 hours.
I'm sorry, but I'm probably going to go back to my ex-boyfriend.
I met Marion at a party at the end of the year. We kept in touch throughout the summer, but I didn't want to enter into a relationship when we came back to school.
That's okay, neither did I.
One my first night back in the dorm, I met Hilary and she made it her mission to seduce me. I proceeded to flip-flop between her and my next entry...
I feel dumber every time I talk to you.
god i'm fucking stoned
Terri. She was a cheerleader from a small country town. She was a lot of fun, but completely clueless.
Thanks for getting me home last night, even though you had to push me back in a shopping cart.
I wonder what college kids in New Orleans are like?
Blah blah blah, I failed out of college years ago, I have automatic amnesty, yada yada yada
Heh. I guess intelligence doesn't always improve with age.
Tee-hee! This is my first semester. I can't wait to get gang-raped at a local frat house!
You know, I don't miss college THAT much.
At least she has her priorities straight.
I'm sorry, but you can't get an appointment until you've been accepted in the grad program. We'll let you know in about four weeks, which is much to late for what you need.