I don't know if you think it's okay, but when none of the other teachers do that and everything still works fine, you'd undoubtedly feel that something's wrong with the stuff she does.
It's not like she actually gets any respect from trying to instill responsibility in us. If anything, that makes us respect her less. Other teachers don't resort to such measures and still we write our name.
What she does is equivalent to corporeal punishment on a lesser scale. It's like hitting a child so he knows what's right and what's wrong. In the end what the child learns is not that following the rules is the right thing to do because it is right
, but that one should follow the rules in order to save one's own skin. It's a totally warped way of teaching which actually works, but not for the proper reasons.
I can go on and on about why she doesn't make sense and still I can't do anything. I want to petition to the principal.....
That wasn't all I wanted to say, but my bro kicked my off the computer just then and I didn't have any real excuse to take it back from him since he had a more important task to do than I did. And I don't really feel so irritated anymore, so I can't be bothered to continue on that topic.
Anyway, being a curious person, I clicked on writer's block today to see what I'd get. (i've never clicked on it before! O.o) Who would I want to return do time travel with? Hmm...
The obvious answer for someone caught in the whirlpool of love would probably be "my boyfriend/girlfriend" yada yada yada. However, seeing as I'm as single as can be with no wishes whatsoever in that direction, I think I'd rather go back in time with my friends. My plushie Scruffy the hedgehog, for example, would be a nice companion. I've always thought that when I go for my round the world trip I'd bring along a person who knows how to have fun and knows how to appreciate the city's cultural heritage. And history. And architecture. I plan to visit places which attract few tourists - the gems which the local people know about but which tourists, with their heads stuck in a map made for tourists by tour agencies and sponsored by the tourism department, will never get wind of. And that's probably why every time I go on a package tour with a tour agency (I know I'm eating my words here) I end up feeling disappointed and frustrated. Frustrated at my incapability to go round the city on my own. -_-"
Well as soon as I'm old enough, let's say before university, I'll go backpacking. And I predict all sorts of problems will crop up, get in the way of my nice backpacking trip; my greatest fear concerning this is that I'd end up never
backpacking round the world at all
, and I'll become a dowdy old office lady sitting in Singapore working my way through endless amounts of paperwork and coffee cups and gossip, which really the worst of the worst. When you come down to it, I'm not really afraid of growing old.
What I'm really afraid of is growing old not having done anything interesting to give me a story I can relate to others when I'm old and sitting in a rocking chair (not wheelchair, please
the fuzzy entity/energy I believe in). I don't want to be ordinary. I don't want to stay here in this country all my life. I want to live and Japan and bring my parents over to live there too, except they can't understand the language (I could teach them, I suppose, but would they understand?), and my father would never agree to migrating to a foreign country.
I suppose I've gone quite completely and irretrievably off-topic here. *frowns* It's just that time travel is quite similar to world travel, don't you think? It's just visiting a different time. Of course bringing along a bodyguard would help fend off murderous people who can't help but be xenophobic. Why do people have to hurt something a living creature they can't understand? It's living, like them. If it's sentient it can probably feel just like them. I suppose fear wipes out all morals. Humans are strange. I wonder if there will ever be a field of study concerning human characteristics compared to those of alien species in the future when aliens are located in the universe?
By the way, history seems dry when the facts concern huge numbers of people and machines, but when it's laid out like this, as in Wikipedia,
The Pilgrims on the Speedwell
In July 1620, Speedwell departed Delfshaven with the Leiden colonists. Reaching Southampton, Hampshire, they met with Mayflower and the additional colonists hired by the investors. With final arrangements made, the two vessels set out on August 5 (Old Style)/August 15 (New Style).
Soon thereafter, the Speedwell crew reported that their ship was taking in water, so both were diverted to Dartmouth, Devon. There it was inspected for leaks and sealed, but a second attempt to depart also failed, bringing them only so far as Plymouth, Devon. It was decided that Speedwell was untrustworthy, and it was sold. It would later be learned that crew members had deliberately caused the ship to leak, allowing them to abandon their year-long commitments. The ship's master and some of the crew did transfer to Mayflower for the trip.
 Atlantic crossing
Of the 120 combined passengers, 102 were chosen to travel on Mayflower with the supplies consolidated. Of these, about half had come by way of Leiden, and about 28 of the adults were members of the congregation. The reduced party finally sailed successfully on September 6/September 16, 1620.
Initially the trip went smoothly, but under way they were met with strong winds and storms. One of these caused a main beam to crack, and although they were more than half the way to their destination, the possibility of turning back was considered. Using a "great iron screw" (probably a piece of house construction equipment) brought along by the colonists, they repaired the ship sufficiently to continue. One passenger, John Howland, was washed overboard in the storm but caught a rope and was rescued.
One crew member and one passenger died before they reached land. A child was born at sea and named "Oceanus".
Then, you start to really think about who these people were, and what they did, and who they loved, and what stories they formed with their lives. I suppose that's why people tell stories. They're unimaginably powerful. Words, when written down, are never forgotten. You can't take them back in an argument; they're there, as bold as brass and bright as day.
I wonder how many wars started because of written words?
I don't get her. She's not even old school - that sounds too cool for the things she does. Not writing your name on your work? There goes 1 mark. Forgetting the date? That's another one. And not writing your name on your friend's work to show you marked it? There goes your other mark too.