Second Semester Starts!
That's right, the second and final semester started today. That means that we're one step closer to graduation and to getting the flipping heck out of here. Although many of us regard this semester in that way, there are other people (who must remain annonymous for unknown reasons) see this as the final obstacle that will prevent them from a diploma. I've got bad news, however. In this new semester we won't have Psychology class, and that means that there will be significantly less funny things to write about. But well, I'll look forward to writing about anything funny that happens during the school day.
Today's first event took place before school started (what a start!). We were recalling the times when we were infants (physically, anyway) and how we used to hug onto our parents' legs and make them walk while carrying us wrapped around their leg. Ah, those were the good days, weren't they? I've got some good news for you: it's still possible! If you've got more or less Ercole's hight (and weight) and you can find Tiny then you can recreate your childhood memories. I know what you're thinking, birdcrap, but we tested it out and everything. Ercole hugged on to Tiny's leg (I know it sounds extremely gay, but you have to remember we were testing out this new service (okay, that sounds even more gay)) and Tiny was able to walk a full metre without any trouble. If you're interested in riding Tiny's leg visit www.servicios-tiny.com (please realize that this is not a real website, and if you're dumb enough to actually go there I am not responsible for what you could find).
English was a pretty good period today, perhaps this could be our new Psychology? Only time will tell... Anyway, Mr. Michael Waters was telling us about his days in California. He told us that one time he decided to go to a club on Open Mic Day... we all understood "Open Mike Day" (because you know, his name is Michael, the long version for Mike) and we just started laughing. Mr. Waters has his own day in California, that special day when people walk into his open arms with cupcakes... yeah, it's that messed up.
Another anecdote from English class. Here's an update for you people that are interested in the human body: breasts are organs. Yeah, that's right. I'd like to thank Helen for pointing this out. You see how "needy" (to not say another word) guys are nowadays? Breasts are so overrated that they have now been promoted to organs... I wonder what's next.
During Environmental Science, Daniel was telling a story (yet another one) and he was using his hands to over-emphasize his points, and all of a sudden he sticks his finger in his nosetrill. If you needed proof about how big Daniel's nose is then there you've got it. Daniel's nose is so big that he can stick his finger up there without any hassle at all. Daniel's nose is so big that he can fit a hen's egg without any friction. Daniel's nose is so big that he creates high wind speeds when he sneezes. Daniel's nose is so big... ah, enough with the Daniel's nose jokes, I believe you've gotten the point by now.
I can positively (not proudly) say that the first entry on this blog regarding US Government goes to Daniel. We were talking about the things our current president does (Venezuelan president, but I won't write any names because I might be shot--or even worse, put in jail--for using his name. Actually, to be more accurate, we were talking about the things he doesn't do. Calabria tells the class that his dad imports coconut shells and soy beans from Colombia, and that that might be an issue now because of the new diplomatic ties. Daniel kicks in at this point, "no, pa eso no necesitan traerlo de Colombia. Vete a Tucacas y dile a las negritas que te agarren los cocos..." Although it doesn't seem like the funniest thing he's said, it was the way he said it. He pretty much told Calabria to make the negritas slaves and make them find coconut shells in Tucacas... ah, the Venezuelan dream. I tell you, Nolin won't be happy to hear about this....
Today's first event took place before school started (what a start!). We were recalling the times when we were infants (physically, anyway) and how we used to hug onto our parents' legs and make them walk while carrying us wrapped around their leg. Ah, those were the good days, weren't they? I've got some good news for you: it's still possible! If you've got more or less Ercole's hight (and weight) and you can find Tiny then you can recreate your childhood memories. I know what you're thinking, birdcrap, but we tested it out and everything. Ercole hugged on to Tiny's leg (I know it sounds extremely gay, but you have to remember we were testing out this new service (okay, that sounds even more gay)) and Tiny was able to walk a full metre without any trouble. If you're interested in riding Tiny's leg visit www.servicios-tiny.com (please realize that this is not a real website, and if you're dumb enough to actually go there I am not responsible for what you could find).
English was a pretty good period today, perhaps this could be our new Psychology? Only time will tell... Anyway, Mr. Michael Waters was telling us about his days in California. He told us that one time he decided to go to a club on Open Mic Day... we all understood "Open Mike Day" (because you know, his name is Michael, the long version for Mike) and we just started laughing. Mr. Waters has his own day in California, that special day when people walk into his open arms with cupcakes... yeah, it's that messed up.
Another anecdote from English class. Here's an update for you people that are interested in the human body: breasts are organs. Yeah, that's right. I'd like to thank Helen for pointing this out. You see how "needy" (to not say another word) guys are nowadays? Breasts are so overrated that they have now been promoted to organs... I wonder what's next.
During Environmental Science, Daniel was telling a story (yet another one) and he was using his hands to over-emphasize his points, and all of a sudden he sticks his finger in his nosetrill. If you needed proof about how big Daniel's nose is then there you've got it. Daniel's nose is so big that he can stick his finger up there without any hassle at all. Daniel's nose is so big that he can fit a hen's egg without any friction. Daniel's nose is so big that he creates high wind speeds when he sneezes. Daniel's nose is so big... ah, enough with the Daniel's nose jokes, I believe you've gotten the point by now.
I can positively (not proudly) say that the first entry on this blog regarding US Government goes to Daniel. We were talking about the things our current president does (Venezuelan president, but I won't write any names because I might be shot--or even worse, put in jail--for using his name. Actually, to be more accurate, we were talking about the things he doesn't do. Calabria tells the class that his dad imports coconut shells and soy beans from Colombia, and that that might be an issue now because of the new diplomatic ties. Daniel kicks in at this point, "no, pa eso no necesitan traerlo de Colombia. Vete a Tucacas y dile a las negritas que te agarren los cocos..." Although it doesn't seem like the funniest thing he's said, it was the way he said it. He pretty much told Calabria to make the negritas slaves and make them find coconut shells in Tucacas... ah, the Venezuelan dream. I tell you, Nolin won't be happy to hear about this....
Old Fun
Since Daniel has been actively involved in this entry of the blog, it's only fair that he gets today's Old Fun moment. If you remember back to 7th grade, you'll remember this very weird math teacher we had, Ms. Stiegelmayer. I don't remember where she was from, but what I do remember (what we all remember) is that she worked in a gas station. How is it possible that we remember that sort of details from a teacher that we barely knew for a year? Well, every class she brought that up. Everything we did in math was related to the days when she used to work in that gas station. That was her home, her hobby: pumping gas into cars. What a way to live... Anyway, one day Daniel has had enough of the gas station stories, so before Stiegelmayer comes into the room, he draws a rough sketch of a gas pump on the board and awaits her arival. Once he does he starts impersonating the teacher, saying "when I worked in a gas station, when I worked in a gas station, when I worked in a gas station..." and so on. What was the outcome of this joke? Stiegelmayer broke down in tears. LOL! Daniel made our math teacher cry! That was the start of many things for Daniel (not doing so good in math one of them)... nowadays I bet he could make any teacher cry. Good job, Danny!
I just thought I'd add another moment here, as it has to do with the same teacher and class. Before class everyday, Daniel would break one of the chairs in the class (they were those white plastic ones) and throw the pieces out of the window, creating more work for the obreros. That was Danny's favourite activity until he found out he could make the teacher cry.
Old Fun II
I just thought I'd add another moment here, as it has to do with the same teacher and class. Before class everyday, Daniel would break one of the chairs in the class (they were those white plastic ones) and throw the pieces out of the window, creating more work for the obreros. That was Danny's favourite activity until he found out he could make the teacher cry.
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