History Class

Everyone that has ever been to school knows that there is that one class that can only be described as stacked.  Not stacked as in IHOP’s pancakes, but when everyone in the class is cool and there is never a session without everyone laughing hysterically.  The fact that the teacher of this class happens to rival the wisdom of Warren Buffet but can miraculously be oblivious to his surroundings, exponentially increases the novelty of the forty-five minutes we spend in there.  Of course, the most important element of the class are the students that make it up.  You have your standard characters, the loud ones, the funny ones and the confused ones, but if you filter below that preliminary layer, each of these students has a deep complexity that helps make the class so unique.  You have the one with the crazy laugh and hilarious personality.  You have the two guys that constantly sit next to each other and will compete/argue over the most random things, like fifteenth century inflation in Scandinavia.  Then you have the girls who immediately clicked and talk to each other about EVERYTHING.  Trust me, I sit next to them, so I hear some of it as well.  Then, unfortunately for everyone else, you have the three guys who sit on the opposite sides of the room and still think that the entire class wants to know why the Buffalo Bills’ defense stopped thirty-six percent of all passing plays when facing a team with a tight end from Oregon.  Then, there’s the awesome and quirky kids, the ones that wear all different colors and when they speak everyone listens because no one knows what they might say.  Then there’s the quiet girls.  The two of them, sitting at opposite sides of the table contribute rarely, but when they do, their comments are always appreciated.  Then there’s the smart one.  I mean smart.  He can tell you about the British view of anti-personnel mines in Yugoslavia without having to look anything up.  If you were to ask me, I’d say that mines killed people.  That’s all.  He could tell you which treaties were established by which politicians and what they ate for a snack on that very day.  Then you have me.  I wear my V-necks and silently monitor the class, laughing at the jokes/confusion of some and writing down blog ideas in which I can accurately represent them.  No matter how advanced my writing is, (third-grade level) there is no possible manner to portray the hilarious moments we have had in this class. From our teacher’s awkward snorts and groans to the pre-class wrestling that occurs between two of the larger students, this class is ridiculous and odd, funny and extremely frightening, but most importantly, as I can conclusively say, we are stacked.


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This blog is informal to say the least. It's almost like an online journal, filled with stories that I find funny, interesting things/links and anything else that comes to my mind. Enjoy.
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