In the "
time for stories" sense of the word, we would have what we eventually referred to as
story time in our
high school Computer Science class. On a personal note, I didn't particularly like it, because I was one of the only people there who just wanted to go to the
computers and get some
tube time. Even if we didn't have any assignments I would just
hack away at some little
toy I was coding. But anyways...
Most of the
jocks in the class knew how to
stall the teacher by getting her to recite to us one of the many stories of how
fiendishly unlucky she is. Most of these stories took place in either
Canada (
London, Ontario, to be exact. That's her former
place of residence)
or in some
godawful place in
Middle America that was supposed to be part of a
vacation.
I didn't pay entirely too much attetion, but the stories in the former category usually dealt with either how
$*@#$!ing cold it gets there in
winter or about her
ravenous little '
cats' who were actually part
bobcat. The stories in the latter category usually dealt with some terrible stroke of luck that she and her family experienced, like when her husband
sunbathed after coating himself in
baby oil, which is a
very bad thing to do. She then described how her husband then tried to take a shower, which in this case is to say that he took a
salt water shower, and how he failed miserably in the attempt largely due to the
gratuitous amounts of pain he experienced. She also had to buy all of this
ointment that came in these tiny little jars, requiring her to buy a few
quadrillion of them.
There were also a few
unique stories that she told.
Unique in the sense that she was promised riches and fame if she agreed to marry the prince of some
Middle Eastern country, who just happened to be
in love with her. She did get this really
expensive-looking turtle pin with real gemstones embedded into it that she got to keep as part of the
proposition.
At the end of the year, we had two major projects, both of which were
group projects (which meant I had to clean up everyone's code and get the whole thing to work in the end). One of them was a game. My group did a
Spacewar clone, but that's not important. The other one was a '
commercial', though it was more accurate to call it a '
story' or somesuch drivel. This year's theme was '
Computer Science : Before, During, and After'. Lots of people
capitalized on the 'During' part by putting in jokes about '
Story Time'. They usually went along the lines of "
STORY TIME" flashing on the screen in big letters and cutting to a scene of a row of students in desks, their heads falling
one by one and "
zzz" appearing over them. The '
commercials' were laden with
inside jokes like this. Another example of such a joke was the demonstration of
J. Random CS Student's
amorous sentiments towards the teacher's daughter, who was a
senior at the school.
Well,
that's enough of that drivel...