I don't really have a security blanket... unless you count Mr. Pointy.

Buffy ,'Lessons'


Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Miracleman - Mar 12, 2008 4:26:43 am PDT #9605 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

In unrelated news, why does every student who enters the room feel the need to comment on the smell? I KNOW it smells bad. Seriously. This is not a new discovery.

I suspect it's related to the "This tastes like shit...here, try it!" phenomenon. We're all just looking for shared crappy experiences.


Emily - Mar 12, 2008 4:34:54 am PDT #9606 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

And of course there's the HGttG observation about humans needing to state the obvious or our brains will start working. But STILL. Splorch, I tell you, splorch a lot.

And now, I should be cramming chemistry.


Emily - Mar 12, 2008 4:36:48 am PDT #9607 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Okay, I just opened the chemistry book to a random page and came across this:

"59. Captain Kirk has set a trap for the Klingons who are threatening an innocent planet. He has sent small groups of fighter rockets to sites that are invisible to Klingon radar and put a decoy in the open. He calls this the 'fishhook' strategy. Mr. Spock has sent a coded message to the chemists on the fighters to tell the ships what to do next."

And then there are clues to the message having to do with various chemicals.


Fay - Mar 12, 2008 4:43:22 am PDT #9608 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

OMG!

is furiously envious of Emily


Emily - Mar 12, 2008 4:45:55 am PDT #9609 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

is furiously envious of Emily

Er. For the chemistry? Or the smelly room?

Alas, the lovely geekiness seems to have been just a small tidbit in an otherwise ordinary chemistry book. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go compose a note-taking guide about metallurgy. And pretend I know what this means:

CaCO3(s) -(heat) CaO(s) + CO2(g)

Well, okay, I know what it means. I just don't know why.

Actually, first I need to make several copies of a guide to modeling the large intestine.

Okay, I take it back. You can be envious. My job is bizarre but cool.


Tom Scola - Mar 12, 2008 4:49:09 am PDT #9610 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

CaCO3(s) -(heat) CaO(s) + CO2(g)

I read that as a recipe for hot cocoa.


Ginger - Mar 12, 2008 4:49:59 am PDT #9611 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Carbonated hot cocoa.


CaBil - Mar 12, 2008 5:05:00 am PDT #9612 of 10001
Remember, remember/the fifth of November/the Gunpowder Treason and Plot/I see no reason/Why Gunpowder Treason/Should ever be forgot.

"59. Captain Kirk has set a trap for the Klingons who are threatening an innocent planet. He has sent small groups of fighter rockets to sites that are invisible to Klingon radar and put a decoy in the open. He calls this the 'fishhook' strategy. Mr. Spock has sent a coded message to the chemists on the fighters to tell the ships what to do next."

That is so wrong! I cannot believe it.

Everyone knows that the Enterprise has photon torpedoes, not rockets! Jeesh!


Emily - Mar 12, 2008 5:07:27 am PDT #9613 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Also, they seem to have used "rockets" to mean, well, "ships" or "TIE fighters" or something.


Fay - Mar 12, 2008 5:14:34 am PDT #9614 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Whilst CaBil is very right, I still love the fact that the Chemistry Book people made Star Trek Fanfic to teach the kidz. Although I do not envy Emily the smelly room.

otoh, today I had to assess a new kid, of whom I knew little beyond the fact that he was Thai, had SEN, and had a twin at another school who doesn't have SEN. He spent the first hour or so crying. It was Snot-a-go-go, with occasional wails of 'I..want..my...MUM!' demonstrating that he could speak at least some English. The first lesson was PE, so he was outside weeping with Mr John, our universally adored, long-braid-wearing, tattoo-sporting Aussie PE teacher. He even managed to make himself sick in the middle of the field, to demonstrate how serious he was about wanting his mum. Nice.

He returned to my class still weeping.

I kicked the day's planning to the curb and instead of an hour or so of literacy (mostly carrying on with our writing project) we had circle time games, painting and singing. And he cheered the fuck up! Yay!

By snacktime he was perfectly chipper.

And I have to say - my kids are just AWESOME. He's a tiny wee thing (allegedly 8, whereas my kids are mostly 6 and 7, but he's way smaller than my lot) and he was a weepy mess, and I SAID to my little buggers (as he was wrapped round his mum weeping outside the classroom): "Look, I need your help! He's scared stiff! We need to help him feel welcome!" And, OMG, they were freaking ADORABLE! So supportive and kind and friendly and gentle and just freaking FANTASTIC that I'm all tearing up just thinking about it. They totally took him under their collective wing. It was great. Go Team Kids!