Story of the Day 3/1/2011

Sarah came home and fixed herself an after school snack and then announced, “Wait until you hear the Story of the Day.”

An announcement like this is enough to make my head start throbbing.

First of all, her interpreter, C, the same one who almost fell off her chair while she was sleeping, asked her if Geography was often like this. I mean, the Geography teacher.

First he threw his pen against the desk. It hit hard and then flew up in the air in an arcing spiral. Fortunately, it missed hitting any students on it’s way back down.
It didn’t hit the teacher, either, though he would have deserved it.
Then he screamed. Sarah didn’t even need the interpreter to tell her that he was screaming, because not only was her desk was vibrating so hard from the volume, but her chest was vibrating; and while we have attend a lot of basketball games at the arena, downtown, and it is only on a very rare occasion that the crowds get so loud that Sarah experiences this.

He screamed, “I am really tired of all you kids having babies! I am 44 and my son is 5, do your math and guess how old I was when he was born!”
This was meant to be a math lesson, maybe….
Then he asked a girl, “Are you pregnant, now?”
And pointed at Sarah.
Sarah was stunned, and then she realized that he was one of those awkward Hearing people who struggle to do a good job pointing, and was really asking the girl who sits behind Sarah.
At which pint another, rather brave girl said, “Can’t you just calm down?”
To which he replied, “I am calm because I’m the coach!” At a volume that kept Sarah’s desk vibrating.

Now, Sarah doesn’t want you to think that she didn’t learn anything at all, today, in Geography class even though the screaming persisted for most of it.
She did learn how old the teacher is. How old he was when he met his wife. How old he was when he got married. How old he was when his son was born, and how old the son is.

Oh and that he has 69 students for Geography (this must be the total from more than one class), but that only 60 parents showed up for Back to School night. This was screamed with the information that this was a terribly disappointing number. Although, neither Sarah nor I can figure out why he thinks that is a bad number. I mean, deduct for the parents who have more than one student in the school and who have to visit teachers for their other kids, and deduct for the parents working a shift that doesn’t allow them to come at that time, and it seemed like a rather impressive number to us.


She is fairly certain that several of the other students are jealous of her and wished they were deaf, by the end of the 40-minute scream-a-thon.
Sarah is also fairly certain that none of this information to be memorized for the next test.

And at least C managed to stay awake during the entire class.