Mornin’ folks. I’m just posting to tell you all about this nifty RPG called Kingdom of Loathing (KoL from now on). Wyatt told me about it last night. It’s sort of a spoof on other RPGs. At registration, you pick your class. There are thinks like Disco Bandit, Seal Clubber, Sauceror, etc.

You get 80 turns to do adventuring, and there are things to do that you don’t need adventure points for. You can combine items, sell things at the mall, join guilds, and a load of crap more.

What are you waiting for? Check it out!

And on to business. I’ve got yet another story from algebra class.

As I may have mentioned, one of the school administrators observed our class on Friday. The entire class knows that he doesn’t screw around, so almost everyone was (*gasp*) on time! Our teacher began the downfall of his teaching career by arranging the desks in a semi-circle so we could talk about percentages. (Yes. We were learning basics about percent. And people still didn’t understand it. Please, for the sake of all that is good, holy, and pure, get me the hell out of the public school system before it kills me!)

After not explaning it at all, he begans to ask people to play his little game. Someone asks the person sitting next to them a problem, they solve it, repeat. We went all the way around the room.

Then the phone rings, and the fun begins. Our teacher picks it up, listens for a few seconds, then hands it off to the administrator. The administrator takes it, mumbles, then pulls Meghan out of the class to talk about something-or-other to do with her schedule.

With the exit of the admin, the class reverts to the normal behavior. That is, doing whatever the hell they feel like doing with no regard to the teacher whatsoever. The admin returns with another teacher and Meghan, and the lot of them sit down in the back of the room and begin to have a conference.

Since the admin returned, the class is behaving properly (or at least civily) once again. Our teacher goes right on with his lesson, as if nothing happened.

Then something so incredibly and utterly wrong happens. Appearntly, us discussing percentages is disrupting Mister Bram and his companions. So he tells us to /be quiet/.

If I had my voice, I would have called him out on his bullshit. He has an office sweep that takes up quarter of the second (first? third? Not sure which sweep he has…) floor. But he has enough nerve to walk into my damn algebra class, begin to conduct a meeting, and then tell the people who are trying to learn to shut the hell up.

Had I been in proper health and possessed a better control of my voice, I would have stood up and yelled at him for being such an idiot. You want to hold a meeting? Get *the fuck* out of *my class* and go play around in you *massive* office. You’re taking up space that could be put to much better use (more classrooms, computer labs, etc) for your own purposes, but why in the hell actually *use* the space?

Mm. Moving on to the next order of business.

Not as if it’s any of your business what I do in my spare time, but I went and saw the Nutcracker done as a play on Saturday. And I enjoyed it. Then some other things happened, which I’m not going to go posting for a bunch of random strangers from the internet to read about. This is a notation for my personal reference. My website. I can do what I want.

And that’s all for today.