I Took Classes Like This
Sound is mandatory. Not offensive, but don’t play at work (especially if you work in the education field).
Sound is mandatory. Not offensive, but don’t play at work (especially if you work in the education field).
I know a girl online. She’s witty, she’s smart, she’s talented, she’s absolutely full of joie de vivre. She graduated valedictorian from her high school, and was accepted at a prominent ivy league university, where she continues to do brilliantly in a very difficult curriculum. She’s got a high set of personal morals, and does…
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Suddenly….
Everything makes sense to me.
Thank you.
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Wow. Chicken!
ROFL!
I had classes like that, too. Only they went more like:
PICKLE PICKLE: Pickle Pickle Pickle
Pickle pickle pickle pickles, pickle pickle pickle pickle pickle pickles….
And they didn’t have Powerpoint back then. Just chalkboards and overhead projectors.
Went to a small business seminar a few weeks ago at the local CC that was just like that except the guy kept saying "blah, blah, blah, blahblahblah…". I thought I was losing my mind but the guy behind me asked if he was hearing it correctly *giggles*
It sort of sounded like Charlie Brown’s home room teacher………
RYC: Pig Pig: Pig Pig Pig
i’ve had jobs that required attending such classes…
You should also warn people not to watch that while eating a bowl of cereal in front of their computer…
Brilliant! Definitely reminds me of a few seminars I’ve been to too 🙂
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