And now for something completely different
[ 1 Comment ] Posted on 03.27.08 in middle school, pictures, random
When I was in middle school, I thought it was the bomb to make little Geocities Web sites and establish my presence on the Internet. Now that I look back, I didn’t really put much emphasis on making that presence a professional one.
Who wants to see Jimmy Buffett dancing in a tutu? I think everyone does.
Mr. Cappo, this one’s for you
[ No Comments ] Posted on 03.25.08 in apologies, middle school
Mr. Rocky Cappo, you can consider this my official apology.
In eighth grade when I was in your science class, I didn’t like you. No one did, man. I’m sure you’re not completely oblivious to this fact; I know you wondered where all of your candy and random classroom equipment went (for the record, it wasn’t me who stole your stuff).
But, Mr. Cappo, my beloved science teacher, I committed quite a few transgressions against you almost 10 years ago. And for this, I apologize. In retrospect, you were actually an okay teacher – though trying to teach middle school students about the rings in an orbital of an atom might be ill-advised for most people, you remained undaunted and plunged on into the world of random biology, chemistry, and, at the end of the year, photons and things that really went completely over everyone’s head.
So, here you go.
Mr. Cappo, I’m sorry for looking like this during every class (props to the John F. Kennedy Middle School yearbook staff for this gem):
Mr. Cappo, I’m sorry for the stupid and immature songs I wrote about you:
Ode to Rocco
What’s My Weight Again?
Mr. Cappo, I’m sorry for the silly little drawings I made about you in middle school (I still have a notebook with over 50 of these cartoons in it, but I won’t bore you with every single one):
Finally, Mr. Cappo, I’m sorry for the Capponator 3000:
The Capponator 3000
So, there you have it, man. You didn’t deserve any of it. You were a good teacher who just took his job too seriously. I don’t know quite where you are now and I doubt you will ever read this.
But in case you actually see these confessions, I hope they have found you with your sense of humor alive and well.
I wasted all that gas for nothing?
[ No Comments ] Posted on 03.24.08 in college, funny stories
Because I am such a lazy individual, when scheduling my classes for this semester only one thing mattered to me.
No, I don’t care if this class is an upper level class. No, I don’t care that this class is taught by the same man who taught me a year ago and didn’t think it necessary to dress up for class. And no, I don’t care if this class is about French politics and society.
Darn it, this class doesn’t start until two.
I knew it was for me.
What was not for me, however, was the fact that I, you know, actually have to do stuff for this class.
I was assigned a paper to be due last Thursday. And, you know, since I’m such an exciting individual, I stayed in and wrote it on St. Patrick’s Day so it would be all ready to go three days after.
Thursday came, and I woke up in time for class, got dressed, and made my way off to campus, where I realized that I had left my beautiful analysis (read: complete BS) of the French executive in the Fifth Republic at home.
Oh, crap.
Now, this wasn’t quite as stressful as the Macroeconomics affair of a year ago, but it was still pretty bad. I had twenty minutes to get to class or else I would undoubtedly get a zero on this paper and somehow be sent back to the fourth grade. So, without breaking a sweat, I sped through the suburban side roads of Gainesville at 50 miles per hour until I made it home, grabbed my paper, and got back to class right as it was scheduled to begin. I approached the door and saw a sign hanging there.
“Dr. Conley’s class has been canceled today (3/20). Turn your papers in next Tuesday.”