Last week we had a quiz in my history class. One of the question was about Primo Levi and his experience in the camps during WWII. The question asked what was meant when Levi mentioned he entered the “gray zone” and how that effected him after the war (obviously a two part question). Any questions we have on the quiz are taken directly from the text (as opposed to tests which are comprised of things in lecture notes), so Levi’s story was in there, including the reference to how the “gray zone” directed the rest of his life. Also, we get a list of 20 possible questions prior to quiz day and 10 of them are on the quiz.
So, prior to the quiz last week some of the PSE1 kids were discussing that particular question. There are 3 girls crowded around this one nerdy little fucker as he tells them his “correct” answer. Obviously none of the girls looked it up themselves and were relying on the smug little nerd to tell them what they needed to know. So little dude tells them about the “gray zone” but completely omits the part about how that experience guided the rest of Levi’s life, which was actually the important part as far as I was concerned. I jump in (because I’m all nosey and helpful and shit) and tell them not to forget the second part of the question. Little dude brushes me off because duh he’s smart and I’m old and what the fuck do I know? Ah, teenagers. Anyway…
Little dude continues on with the swelling of his chest for the pretty young girls. He’s really smart, dontcha know, and he’s going to ace this quiz. He knows all the answers and they should listen to him. The girls all happily scribble his awesome answers onto their papers. He preens some more. I laugh and try to remember if I ever doted on a nerdy little fucker just because he knew the answers2. He doesn’t reiterate to the pretty girls the second part of the question, but does let them know that he’s uber-smart and will ace the quiz and therefore be the bestest most glorious stud muffin smarty-pants in all of our history class. Oh, yes, we were impressed.
Today we got our quizzes back. Amazingly I missed 0 points out of an available 25. I resist all urge to laugh hysterically and dance around like a complete fool and, instead, fold my paper and put it away. But I couldn’t resist looking at little dude’s quiz. Um, no he didn’t get 100% and in fact got 23 points out of a possible 253. Where did he go wrong? Why question #3, of course! What was question #3? Why, that was the question about Primo Levi and his “gray zone”. Holy shitballs, the old lady got it right!
Guess who else got it wrong? That’s correct! The gaggle of flirty chickadees. Ah, there goes his chance of being the uber-sexah geek of our class, huh? Poor kids. See what happens when you ignore the old lady who can read the whole question and has honored you with her massive database of wisdom? SEE?
PSE Kids Annoy Me
Last week we had a quiz in my history class. One of the question was about Primo Levi and his experience in the camps during WWII. The question asked what was meant when Levi mentioned he entered the “gray zone” and how that effected him after the war (obviously a two part question). Any questions we have on the quiz are taken directly from the text (as opposed to tests which are comprised of things in lecture notes), so Levi’s story was in there, including the reference to how the “gray zone” directed the rest of his life. Also, we get a list of 20 possible questions prior to quiz day and 10 of them are on the quiz.
So, prior to the quiz last week some of the PSE1 kids were discussing that particular question. There are 3 girls crowded around this one nerdy little fucker as he tells them his “correct” answer. Obviously none of the girls looked it up themselves and were relying on the smug little nerd to tell them what they needed to know. So little dude tells them about the “gray zone” but completely omits the part about how that experience guided the rest of Levi’s life, which was actually the important part as far as I was concerned. I jump in (because I’m all nosey and helpful and shit) and tell them not to forget the second part of the question. Little dude brushes me off because duh he’s smart and I’m old and what the fuck do I know? Ah, teenagers. Anyway…
Little dude continues on with the swelling of his chest for the pretty young girls. He’s really smart, dontcha know, and he’s going to ace this quiz. He knows all the answers and they should listen to him. The girls all happily scribble his awesome answers onto their papers. He preens some more. I laugh and try to remember if I ever doted on a nerdy little fucker just because he knew the answers2. He doesn’t reiterate to the pretty girls the second part of the question, but does let them know that he’s uber-smart and will ace the quiz and therefore be the bestest most glorious stud muffin smarty-pants in all of our history class. Oh, yes, we were impressed.
We take the quiz. I’m a little slow because all of the goddamned questions are essay and hello! I’m old with arthritis, FMS and probably old-lady syndrome. Little dude and his gaggle of flirty chickadees flitter away, confident in their mega-smartness (because, like, they’re not old and shit). I faltered only on one word and didn’t worry too much. I only need a “C”, afterall, and didn’t give a flying fuck if I got anything better than that. Thankfully, though, the damned Fibro Fog ™© stayed away that day.
Today we got our quizzes back. Amazingly I missed 0 points out of an available 25. I resist all urge to laugh hysterically and dance around like a complete fool and, instead, fold my paper and put it away. But I couldn’t resist looking at little dude’s quiz. Um, no he didn’t get 100% and in fact got 23 points out of a possible 253. Where did he go wrong? Why question #3, of course! What was question #3? Why, that was the question about Primo Levi and his “gray zone”. Holy shitballs, the old lady got it right!
Guess who else got it wrong? That’s correct! The gaggle of flirty chickadees. Ah, there goes his chance of being the uber-sexah geek of our class, huh? Poor kids. See what happens when you ignore the old lady who can read the whole question and has honored you with her massive database of wisdom? SEE?
Ah, teenagers…
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