Well, any of 'em. Our school needs more wins. But basketball, especially.
Soooo... you going to the big game this Friday?
-Eventually turns away to stare at something out the window-
-Figures she has a phone hidden in there- ...You know, I wouldn't mind him so much if this class didn't suck, too.
-Yeah sure, why not-
It's Mickey... uh... time?
edited 16th Jul '13 10:02:21 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist"Either basketball or baseball, sure."
Exactly. You can focus on length, width and height all you want, but time is the dimension that links all objects together.
-Takes two small metal dice from his pocket and sets them on his desk, switching their positions.
With time, we can distinguish two identical cubes that have been in the same place, because we can understand when each cube was there.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Sits there looking completely and utterly lost-
-Is taking notes as fast as he can manage-
-The rest of the class is engaged in similar activities-
-Catches that toothpick without turning around like a fucking ninja- Detention, Miss Peacock... -Eyetwitch- Afterschool. Fifteen minutes.
Nice knowing you.
Well, how good is your aim? -Picks up a trashcan and sets it on the desk, and crumples up a lesson plan for a ball and tosses it to him-
edited 16th Jul '13 10:12:44 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistPairs? Sure, whatever. But if you're both doing one site, the requirements are doubled.
-As Mr. Touchdown returned to his seat, he unlocked the trunk underneath his desk that held all his...disciplinary tools. He calls them metersticks, but it's readily apparent just by looking at any of them that they're longer than a meter, and way tougher and more rigid than a stick has any right to be. He has a name for each one, and by this point all of the students know them all, and most have felt their sting.-
edited 16th Jul '13 10:11:51 PM by MacDuffy
We're not doing that, Gilda. She can keep him under control, can't you, Kimberly?
Yes ma'am, I can.
Good. Alright, guys, I don't want to have to pick someone...
(Leans down.) What is it, boy?
Hells yeah, you can, brah. Just don't mess with the light or any shit. Heh, wait till KK sees this, he'll be soooo jealous.
(Watches them with a smile.)
(You stare into the figure, the figure stares back. So. Mindnumbing.)
...So, loss of the acetyl-CoA-donated carbons as CO2 requires several turns of the citric acid cycle. However, because of the role of the citric acid cycle in anabolism, they-
(Peeks up from her own book at Margaret. Sighs tiredly.) Margaret, we've talked about this. You need to be taking notes, not doodling, okay? Pay attention, please.
edited 16th Jul '13 10:13:48 PM by GlobsterAGoGo
and then they fricked in the booty

Pfft, like I'm tellin' you. It was the best thing, though. No regrets.
(Mr. Jones gives Charlie some charcoal and a sheet of paper because he forgot that, too.)
Alright, as for the surprise, I brought some pretty nice stuff to sketch.
(Reaches into a box behind his desk and pulls out some super-gnarly pieces of driftwood, a big 'ol cow femur, a raccoon skull, and some glass bottles.)
Be sure to share with your classmates, okay? Put 'em back on the table after you're done.
(Goes for the skull.) Fuckin' A...
(Lovely picture to start the morning with, huh?)
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M'kay. Now as the figure shows, we start out with the transfer of a two-carbon acetyl group from acetyl-CoA to the four-carbon acceptor compound to form a six-carbon compound. Next, the citrate goes through a series of chemical transformations, losing two carboxyl groups as CO2...
(Student eyes begin glazing over.)
(Nods, trying to follow along on the diagram.)
(Sighs.) Gilda, you know the dog is supposed to be here. Look, just give me your best guess of what improv is.
(Kimberly reaches down to pet Kruger.) It's okay, boy. Just pretend she's not there.
and then they fricked in the booty