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0 comments :: Wednesday, March 05, 2003 ::

Mrs. Bernhardt is most definitely an "AntiTimist". This is a branch of Timism I have never encountered before. Normally, a Timist will worship the ground I walk on and give me good grades no matter what I do. A good example of this is the now retired Sra. Champ-Rush. In two years of Spanish in her class, the only thing I learned was how to make darts with scotch tape and how to throw them accurately at a dart board placed on the dry-erase board. She never did figure out why that was there. I took many naps in her class and made the top scores list on alot of calculator games, and while I did so, I received participation points. Other teachers follow the same set of beliefs and it is good. Now, however, I have discovered the complete opposite. A branch of Timism so far from the original roots that its only goal is to be mean to me. So far, she is the only follower of this branch, but if it spreads, my high school days might end up requiring work. The action that officially made me decide that she was card-carrying member of AntiTimism was on a test she gave me yesterday. On two problems, in which the problem states that a calculator should be used to get the answer. It does not state anything about the answer needing to be a decimal, or to not be a radical. My answer is in radical form, she wanted a decimal. I take the radical and plug it into a calculator and I get the exact same answer she gives, except the answer she gives only goes to two decimal places. Then, she decides to figure it on her calculator and the answer she gets to all 8 decimal places is very very similar to mine. In fact, it is less than .0003 different, when in the decials all she wanted was it rounded to the nearest hundredth. I point this all out to her, and the fact that I am only off of her answer by three ten-thousandths, which is even plausable depending on the numbers you get from earlier parts in the problem, and she refuses to give me credit for either problem. Aside from that, today was boring and weird. In english we are giving our "Utopia Projects". Mine was today. Well, I do not want to call it mine, I wish to have no connection to it at all. In my group are three girls, two of whom do not talk, and one of whom has a horrible idea of what a utopia would be like. "Perfectomonium," as she has named it (or "Crazy Acid Trip", which I like to think of it as) stands for everything horrible or wrong with anything ever. Nothing at all in this project even remotly resembles a single coherent thought. If this "Perfectomonium" was a lake, I would see to it that I would pollute it every chance I got. It would be both my trash can and my toilet. I would buy chemicals that would kill all life in it and then piss on the bodies. I really don't like that project at all.

i remain,
tim


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