Highschool teachers

a few of my highschool teachers

1) Why was the boy worried in general?
2) What was the name of the Algebra teacher?
3) What did the boy observe about his teacher?
4) What kind of rumor did he hear about his Algebra teacher?
Today I was sitting and remembering when was a kid and for starting high school. I was kind of worry because I didn’t know what kind of teachers I would have. I probably didn’t need to worry about it, because I am pretty sure they were fairly typical.

My algeblra class was taught by this guy named Mr. Klaider.
He was actually a pretty good teacher, but couldn’t help noticing with regard as what shirt he was wearing, he wore the same pair of white canvas pants evry single day, weekend and ?week out.
He was ?always? ?? this is because he drew on the blackboard with white chalk , so he could wipe his hands with his pants without anyone noticing/
One day in the lunchroom, me and some of my classmates had rumored that Mr. Klaider had worn different pair of pants that day, and we were all looking for it giving him amount of crab about it.

It was not to be though because Mr.Kliader walked into the room he just rised his arms and said, don’t say a word about or he’d sent thirty five kids’ to detention for the next two weeks.
So another setting new thing and we proceed to learn about Pythagorean theorem.
Pythagorean /pɪˌθæg əˈri ən/
theorem /ˈθi ər əm, ˈθɪər əm/

I had Miss Silvei for English
She was a kind young for a teacher, but I really liked her class because we read I conciderd to be high level literature, and I was pretend those characters from ,, or one full over the Cook-is-nest. -ist ==>One flew over the cuckoo's nest
Towards at the end of the semester though , Miss Silvie would stop class about ten minutes early and let us start our homework ,and ?insure? go over and
sit with a group of popular girls and start talking about shopping ,suntans, and going to the mall.
This was sort of weird to see because she would start using of expressions. It’s like an hours like I was totally Oh, my God!
ensure - guarantee **to make sure

My history class was pretty bizarre? because Mr. Grab always made you feel like you ?chest up? into the time work back of the year 1945 He had always wore these well polished wingtip shoes and he walked around the room, they would go clop, clop, it was a kind of hypnotizing. In a school of generally ??? his kids his class was always dead silent because even though he always seemed so calm you also wondered if he was ?snapped at any moment
I always believed the rumor that he had a loaded gun and a bottle of whiskey in his desk.

To use a term that I learned in the class, Mr. Brurry was an ectomorph and even though the term is now outdated I suppose I am too.
Anyway I particularly liked his class because he talked extensively about his Stanford prison experiment and ?familar ?grammer ?biden experiment and Dr. Carton’s experiment on the over population of ?grownth
All these experiments I thought of ? ?grimps in how humans could be capable ?aback into so badly towards each other which is the exact sort of thing to be interested in here about ?human to at high school like mine.

My art teacher Mr. Dean also taught me basics of drawing, but also had a
Bel canto command and girls by suggesting that we all had a ? picking ?gum test. He was my favorite teacher at school in my senior year though he was gone through a divorce, ? rarely left his back room office the story had a happy ending though because a few years later I run into him with his new girlfriend
She had her under arm hair so long you could braided it if you wanted to, but I am not going to ? be judgment about that.
"belch" on command **to burp
He'd like to gross people out by suggesting that we all have a "nose-picking" contest.

Mr. Santos was my guidance counselor ?? suggest prospects of my future which I don’t bilieve that his thought was very bright He talked me about colleges ? ? look out of the window. The thing is I’m pretty sure that sort of the time that since I was graduated I was going to embark so many great adventures in such uninteresting life but I would never remember or care what had happened in high school anyway. I thought at that time I guess that I was wrong.
an interesting life NOT: "uninteresting life"
At that sort of time, he gets filled with sadness. そんな時、彼は悲しい気持ちでいっぱいになります。
# by dangao41 | 2014-11-17 18:07 | 聞き取り | Comments(1)


Hey, what do you think of this?
Just keep on writing, core is leaving on a noun. ---.> Cola is leaving in an hour.
I’m thinking of a corner, such a better word than spaces , for in a mind, corners of my mind by ? spaces , this seems to have a boundary to it you know, so it ????
It sounds so good I can’t believe it. 01:00
And now, now you see you have to sing into the microphone
and I’ll follow you
But I can’t.
Let’s do it duet for man and woman we are close? if we go
your headphones ????
How is that yes?
It’s OK.
Way back into love take one 1:39 ここまで11/11

Hold on, I’m getting really nervous.
You’ll be fine you just still normal nice voice that I’ve heard so much of the last three days
It’s like of my throat’s closing? of an effort of acting cough
try it’s just a three minitus song
Just a little bit louder, cause this song is intended for humans, ok?
Way back into love take two
Wait, wait just could have a baby

Cora is leaving in an hour.
I’m thinking of a corner, such a better word than spaces , for in a mind, corners of my mind by ? spaces , this seems to have a boundary to it you know, so it ????
Listen, I was thinking that "corners" was such a better word than "spaces". For in the mind, "corners of my mind" rather than "spaces". It just seems to have a BETTER BOUNDARY to it, you know?

Should I speak to you about this later? Okay.
In the middle of the conversation, Hugh looked at her and didn't respond to what she said.
**IMPLIED: Can't you see I'm busy?

And now, vocals!
No, you see you have to sing into the microphone, it won't follow you.
***reaction to the girl's action: stepped back while staring at the mic
It's a duet for a man and a woman we are as close as we've got.
***There is no one else to sing the song, except them

Your headphones and on level. You look nice on that, you should wear it all the time.
# by dangao41 | 2014-11-11 17:54 | 聞き取り | Comments(0)

One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap also, spelled “d-o-l-l” and tried to make me understand that “d-o-l-l” applied to both. Earlier in the day we had a tussle over the words “m-u-g” and “w-a-t-e-r”. Miss Sullivan had tried to impress it upon me that “m-u-g” is mug and “w-a-t-r-e” is water, but I persisted in confounding the two. In despair she had dropped the subject for the time, only to renew it at the first opportunity. I became impatient at her repeated attempts and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it upon the floor. I was keenly delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet. Neither sorrow nor regret followed my passionate outburst. I had not loved the doll. In the still dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment of tenderness. I felt my teacher sweep the fragments
to one side of the hearth, and I had a sense of satisfaction that the cause of my discomfort was removed. She brought me my hat, and I knew I was going out into the warm sunshine. This thought , if a wordless sensation may be called a thought, made me hop and skip with pleasure.

We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honeysuckle with which it was covered. Some one was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over my hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten---a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that “w-a-t-e-r” meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free! There were barriers still, it is true, but the barriers that could in time be swept away.

I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name, and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life. That was because I saw every thing with strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces. I tried vainly to put them together. Then my eyes filled with tears; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.

I learned a great many new words that day. I do not remember what they all were; but I do know that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them---words that were to make the world blossom for me, “like Aaron’s rod, with flowers”. It would have been difficult to find a happier child than I was as I lay in my crib at the close of that eventful day and lived over the joy it had brought me, and for the first time longed for a new day to come.

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shuāng chún bān bào bì bǎi bō , dǐ shé dāng dì dòu diǎn dīng
shé gēn gāo gǒu gōng gēng gù , shé miàn jī jié jiāo jiān jīng
qiào shé zhǔ zhēng zhēn zhì zhào , píng shé zī zé zǎo zài zēng
cā yīn fā fān fēi fēn fù , sòng qì chá chái chǎn chè chēng
hé kǒu hū wǔ kū hú gǔ , kāi kǒu hé pō gē ān zhēng
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# by dangao41 | 2014-05-30 15:12 | Comments(0)