melcreada | Whoa, flashback!

Oh, good Lord. I feel so old. College freshman this year were born in 1988. I was a Sophmore in high school. Oooh, that was the year of the DREADED Mr. G's Chemistry Honors class. The man regularly drove students to tears...and it was permitted! He was chauvanistic, rude, and possibly brilliant. An unholy terror. Whoever made the top score on a test was applauded while everyone else was criticized and demeaned.

I didn't realize it then, but I see now how he played all the top students against each other, egging us on to do better than one another and nurturing cutthroat attitudes. What he was doing was training us as possible candidates for the Decathalon team. And then, when he asked me to join a year later, I turned him down flat! AHAHAHAHA!

I'm not sure why that is funny, but if I remember correctly, most of his Decathalon team, while they took top honors in high school meets, cracked within the first two years of college. Here's to you, Mr G. I'm glad I escaped your clutches and spent my lunch hours waving around some shiny, shiny pom poms.

*sigh*

Also, kitten seems to be getting better. Still snuffly, but he's eating and drinking. A good sign. ^______^ Am very relieved.

In completely random news, I really, really feel like hearing Just Communication from Gundam Wing. Yeah, I don't know why.