Dedicated to 4X-ian class of 2002

Jeez! Its been four damn good years since I graduated from high school and I must say, as I reminisce...that those were pretty darn good days,thanks to my classmates and some teachers who never ceased to amuse.

I remember our English teacher, who we all had a love-hate relationship with during the four years in that hole.
One day she steps into the classroom and quips, "There is an air in this class.(!)"
And everyone bursts out laughing, thinking that she was referring to the foul smelling atmosphere [courtesty of Sus the pus, Mad Mags and Gaks who had firmly secured their rightful place as the Professional Farters and Burpers a.k.a PFBs of our class... ]Little did we know we had just triggered an avalanche of misunderstandings... This was definately not one of those light moments we could laugh off...The T.A. was mad as a red hot poker and fumed out of class.The silence that descended the classroom after that scenario was as loud as murder.!
Then after a few, she comes back to class and tells us that we were very condescending individuals and that some of us(referring to the Back-Benchers, a.k.a BBs , particularly)...instilled unspoken fear in others... (blame it on the quarter system of school selection that made the monetary divide so obvious...)
So later, the class realises that this is her very complicated and psychologically gruelling approach of telling us that we are indeed the bitches of bitches for not answering the questions that she directs to the class in general...Drama, drama,drama!
So that was basically as ugly as it could get...English lessons were never the same again...not under such psychological duress...but we still got our A class average in the subject at the end of the day! (Kula hiyo!) FYI, clearly am still traumatised!
On a much lighter note, I loved Oral Literature times, esp. reading the book, "Looking for a Rain God." (Click on link for an oral narration of the short story: "Looking for a Rain God"!).

From whence we coined ourselves, "The Class of Wolofs" (...and many wolves in sheeps' clothing we were!) ...
And our catch phrase? "Your-self-o!"...in faked Pigin English....brutally directed towards anyone, all-in- unison,whenever they acted like an arse or just asked a "dumb" question... (there's something about mob psychology that boosts the confidence of cowards!)

Jeez!Memories...