More fun than a (insert word here but I guarantee mine's better)

Did you hear the one about the three holes in the ground? You didn't? Well, well, well . . . (hyuk)

Anyway. Yeah. So. Got in trouble twice today before first hour . . . that's cool . . . the assumption is that it would be for a) Not doing my homework or b) Being late or c) Something else mundane like that . . . unless you went to school with me before now, in which case you would not be at all surprised to hear that my troubles of today stem from insubordination/disrespect. Fortunately, I didn't get in big direct trouble, because big direct trouble for insubordination/disrespect would be . . . big . . . trouble. But ha! I've thwarted them again.

My "legal defiance" of the other day has been made ILlegal, which I like to think is because I did it, but that might be egotistical. I do find it slightly funny that the day after I started spending all hour standing up pacing, they made a new, specific rule about not leaving your chair at all during class time unless you're falling asleep or unless you get permission to go to the bathroom. (Since when do we need permission to piss? Since never, that's what! In fact, since Day One, we've been told to just go and not ask because asking is more disruptive to class. Hmm . . . ) And we've also been told to make sure that teachers stick to our set break schedule, because we're entitled to our breaks and teachers are not allowed to go over. We've been instructed to interrupt them, and if necessary just get up and leave. So today, the teaching-team-leader-that-I-hate spent 48 minutes on one article. (She spent the first 2 minutes on a different article.) Then, as the minute hand touches the 0845 mark, she goes to start the third and final one. (This conversation is auto-translated by me; it was conducted in Korean and maybe if I get bored I'll type it in Korean and see how Babelfish translates it, too.)

"Teach"er: Okay, everyone, look at the next article.
Me: Ma'am, we're out of time.
Her: No, we have one minute left.
Me (in my head): Oh FUCK no, we do NOT have one minute left. Look at the damn clock, bitch!
But I stayed sitting down, waited until the second hand was halfway around AGAIN, and then started to stand up. Because it was my BREAK TIME. And then the section leader yelled at me to sit down, which I didn't do (hence "insubordination"), and the team leader said "We still have thirty seconds," and everyone else in the class knew she was wrong, and I just stood behind my chair until two minutes of the break were gone. And then I walked out, and half the class joined me.

When we came back in to start the next hour, the section leader started by saying, "Hey, everyone; don't get up while a teacher is teaching. Period. I know there've been some troubles lately with . . . a certain teacher . . . but that's a big show of disrespect and it makes us look bad." Hey jackass. I don't have any respect for her---how can I respect someone who can't read a g'damn clock?---and I am perfectly willing to make myself "look bad." It's worth it to me. If I don't do this kind of shit, this place will drive me crazy. I have to maintain SOME control of my life, powerless as I am.

Ooh, here's the Babelfish version:

"Sleep, everybody, see next article."
"The teacher, there is not an hour."
"Was not, one minutes it remained."

Brilliant . . . Babelfish SUCKS. I love it.