So what are the little rants you wish you could have posted some 10 or 20 years ago? Things that, even if they were current news, would be considered lame posts, but every now and then still bug the shit out of you?
For example: Ninth grade. Math class. The teacher was explaining to us that a number such as 123 should be pronounced “one hundred twenty-three”, and not “one hundred and twenty-three.” No “and”, just go straight from the hundres to the tens. So she went around the room asking students to repeat various numbers. “Three four three”, she asked one student.
“Three hundred forty-three”, the student replied.
“Good”, said the teacher. “Billy, seven five one.”
“Seven hundred fifty-one”, answered a bored Billy.
“Excellent”, the teacher beamed. “tdn, pronounce nine nine seven.”
I got all excited. I mean, I always thought math was sort of a breeze, but this? Answering this would be a snap. This was an easy A. Effortless brown-nosing.
I sat poised in my chair. I was up to the challenge. I had fantasies of the boys lifting me on their shoulders in triumph, girls throwing themselves at my feet in adoration, Harvard offering me a full scholarship, and that Nobel guy giving me a trophy of some sort. My victory was about to be realized. This was my diem, and I was about to carpe it.
I steadied myself, and snorted back the hocker that my recent cold had so generously provided me with. I drew in my breath, and let loose the brilliance of my answer:
“Nnnninehunnnndrednnnninetysevennnn.”
Oh no! She gave me one with a nine as the tens digit! And with my cold, I put extra emphasis on the N, making it sound like I said “and.”
“Try again”, her twisted maw belched.
“Nnnninehunnnndrednnnninetysevennnn.”
Crap! I did it again!
I could feel myself turning red as the foulspawn I called my classmates pointed at me and laughed. My teacher was suddenly wearing a witches hat, standing next to my mother who was wearing a jester’s hat, and both were chanting in unison “You’ll shoot your eye out, you’ll shoot your eye out!”
Evil nine-giver-outer bitch of a teacher then turned to innocent little Suzie, and said, “Can you please show Mr. tdn how to pronounce it right?”
Little Suzie, cute as a button, faced the evil teacher and said “Nine hundred”, then paused to turn to me, her sweet face darkening to that of prissy bitch, and bragged, “Ninety-seven.”
Damn that little slut! Had she not paused to darken her face to that of prissy bitch, she would have gotten it wrong too! Instead, I am left here looking like a fucking moron.
So here’s to my bitch of a former teacher: Fuck you, you algebraic asswipe, you quadratical cunt. The square root of you is fuck you, bitch. The absolute value of you is suck my mother fuckin’ dick. You^2 + ThisClass - Me = the hell with all of you. Times nnnninehunnnndrednnnninetysevennnn.