Crappy Haiku
Cherry blossoms fall.
I wrote all these in Statistics. It is the easiest math class I've had since I memorized the multiplication table the first month of third grade and spent the rest of the year playing The Fraction Game.
My teacher, Mr. Rupp, is the head of the Christian Athlete's club at SMHS; needless to say he is a dumbass. He has neither taught Statistics nor an A.P. class before, so he is pretty much learning it all along with us. Unfortunately, he learns slower than about half the class.
This half uses the time he spends demonstrating how to add up rows and columns in two-way tables for reading, breaking their minehunt high scores, and writing crappy haiku. The other, stupider half of the class is made up almost entirely of the girls' volleyball team, a group of hateful women with whom I have several classes. They ask painfully stupid questions which Jesus-boy is more than happy to answer, as it makes him feel smarter.
Anyway, here are my haiku. I hope I haven't built them up too much.
My eyes on the overhead
Too warm not to sleep
Statistics oppresses me
Froot-Loop necklace growing stale
Candy colors fade
Artificial wholesomeness
Always explanatory
Silly Mr. Rupp
Time takes me away from here.
(Mr. Rupp was trying to make a graph with time as the dependent variable. Dumbass.)
Logarithmic regression
Exponential - wait
Far too many syllables
The answer is obvious
Wasting precious time
Destroy the volleyball team
Meaningless note-taking now
Anal retention
Pedantic self-importance
I hope that wasn't too painful. If statistics doesn't get interesting I'll probably have more to send you. Yes, that is a threat.
My teacher, Mr. Rupp, is the head of the Christian Athlete's club at SMHS; needless to say he is a dumbass. He has neither taught Statistics nor an A.P. class before, so he is pretty much learning it all along with us. Unfortunately, he learns slower than about half the class.
This half uses the time he spends demonstrating how to add up rows and columns in two-way tables for reading, breaking their minehunt high scores, and writing crappy haiku. The other, stupider half of the class is made up almost entirely of the girls' volleyball team, a group of hateful women with whom I have several classes. They ask painfully stupid questions which Jesus-boy is more than happy to answer, as it makes him feel smarter.
Anyway, here are my haiku. I hope I haven't built them up too much.
My eyes on the overhead
Too warm not to sleep
Statistics oppresses me
Froot-Loop necklace growing stale
Candy colors fade
Artificial wholesomeness
Always explanatory
Silly Mr. Rupp
Time takes me away from here.
(Mr. Rupp was trying to make a graph with time as the dependent variable. Dumbass.)
Logarithmic regression
Exponential - wait
Far too many syllables
The answer is obvious
Wasting precious time
Destroy the volleyball team
Meaningless note-taking now
Anal retention
Pedantic self-importance
I hope that wasn't too painful. If statistics doesn't get interesting I'll probably have more to send you. Yes, that is a threat.