We’re not doing this online, it’s too easy, too predictable (plus I’m not allowed to get online for 18 more months, minimum).
You must create a class that can be started online, moved to in-person, then back online, all simultaneously. You have the weekend to figure it out.
Simon says log in to the government-subsidized video conferencing system and wave at all your friends like everything is normal.
Ridgemont High: All "fast times" have been canceled. Students are advised to hotbox their vans from home until the curve has been flattened.
How many of you have dogs who display selective aggression towards people of races other than your own? Everyone again. Frustrating, isn’t it?
We're only a few weeks into our "Modern World: January to December 2020" AP course and holy shit is it kicking our asses.
The basis upon which I have lived my entire life is jeopardized—and all because of a trust fall with the ghost of Sir Isaac Newton.
Together, you and I shall become pioneers of pest control vexation by breaking down what I call "The Art of Infestation."
Here-Straight-From-Military Guy: Has probably already committed war crimes. Drinks water out of a milk-gallon container.
Or the time that he got the whole school to chant "Mr. O’Brien is a virgin" when I was doing announcements during the assembly?
We offer absolutely no supervision to inhibit your individualized sense of what’s proper and safe technique. Weights will be scattered about.
I am a swim coach for kids. That’s right, I spend my shifts in a cesspool of germs and boogers.