4 Mar
Tearing My Hair Out
I explain a math test on measurement…
Me: Any questions?
David: What made you think up this test?
Me: Uh, its the stuff we have been studying for the past week and a half. That is how I make the test, it is stuff that we have been studying.
David: Oh.
Me: Now remember lbs stands for pounds.
David: Oh yeah. Gallon Guy.
Me: Yes we made Gallon Guy.
Stan: (Writhing about like a slug who has had a good dose of salt poured on him) I need help on 13.
Me: (Looks at test.) Estimate the weight. There are two choices for crying out loud!
Stan: Oh.
David: (Raises hand) What does lbs mean?
Me: You are kidding right?
David: No.
Me: I just reminded you like 30 seconds ago!
Donald: (Clueless stare.)
Me: Okay begin.
Later…
Mac, a student who has been gone for two weeks only misses on problem. Others aren’t doing so swell.
Stan approaches.
Stan: Mistah W. What is lbs?
Me: The amount of trouble you are going to be in for not listening to the instructions.
Stan: My pencil popped. I can’t work.
Me: Kay! Please sharpen this for Stan. Don’t let him near that sharpener, it is not Stan proof.
Amber comes up.
Me: Amber. Thank you for being so normal. You don’t know how much that means to me.
Amber smiles.
Stan interjects: My pencil isn’t working!
Me: Kay!!!!!
The hour wasn’t over fast enough.
Posted by Susan L. Prince on 04.03.08 at 4:44 pm
I had jury duty a few years ago, and like you, I was excited about it. I figure it is my civic duty and I was proud to serve. Unfortunately I was always dismissed for whatever reason — I think on one it was because I was a retailer and the crime was shoplifting — and I never heard a case.
My excitement waned as well because I had to block out about 4 days a week for two months “just in case” I was needed. It is not easy to schedule work around jury duty and it became a royal pain. I was rarely needed, but I still couldn’t plan anything.