And no Holly…
Pane 3: Why i don’t eat at buffets.
She bears a resemblance to Olive Oyl… a relative perhaps?
Or bacon & pork loin…
But oh, those 7 years!
What goes around comes around. He’s only getting back what he’s been dishing out for years.
Trump sowed the wind and he’ll reap the whirlwind
They come down when they get hungry enough.
“Leap” LOL… you’re being polite because after all this is a family site.
And yes, i truly hate maths. When we were in the 7th grade, it was suddenly decided that we would learn “New Math” aka:algebra. Some earlier background in the lower grades might’ve been nice, but…
Our teacher was a nun who’d taught no one but middle-school girls for 30-odd years and suddenly found herself in a class that included 12-year-old boys (a special kind of horror, to be sure!)
All that said, no one dared play class clown, for reasons cited above.
Never had any opportunity to “cut up” in class- i had a healthy dread of getting beaten up by teachers who had a free hand to smack around and humiliate children who weren’t theirs. Secondly, the way that maths were taught was abysmal.
If there’s an atmosphere of fear in a classroom, very little useful learning is possible.
On a parents’ night, my 2nd grade teacher remarked to my mother that i seemed to be afraid of her, and said “But i never hit him.”
My mother asked her if she ever hit the kid next to me.
“Yes…” was the answer. My Mother said, "That’s all you needed to do to make him fear you.