tiffaney lau on cheating

cheating [v] . the carrying out of idiotic supremacy

cheating = stupidness. cheating = morons. cheating = humans unfit to live and compete. cheating = those girls that sit diagonally behind me and behind Erik.

Yes, so ends a grand chapter in the life of Tiffaney. The chapter of cheating tolerance thrown and thrust into the world. The curtain has now fallen and a new ray of hope emerges into the universe. And what, may you ask, is this rod of intelligence? Ahh..so good that you connive into your brain. This is the aura of zero tolerance. Let me tell you a story of a few, annoying, conspiratrical girls of my 4th period Modern World class.

It was a long, and stormy evening....

On the eve of homeroom, I, Tiffaney Lau had a wonderful class that I usually enjoy with all my heart and half of my brain. This class is called Modern World, headed by the ept teacher by the name of Mr. Kline. Now, Mr. Kline is a nice man, smart and humorous for a teacher, but sadly, slow on the uptake for a while. Not that that's a bad thing, but given the surroundings of finals week, he should've been more prepared...up there.
The clocked ticked and final papers were passed out and everybody slowly and grudgingly took out their pens and binder paper, shuffling to put away all the notes and books needed to succeed in this class. 10 minutes into the class, a rustle emerged, then full blown conversations across the room. I leaned back, angry that fellow classmates cannot have the decency to respect other people's "thinking time". This is the most important test for this semester for this specific class and they don't even think one ounce about it. The madness. I shook my head sadly and closed my eyes counting to ten and waiting for Kline to tell them to simmer down, that there is infact, a test going on. At around 8.5 seconds, he finally understood that there was a need to quiet down the class.
I smiled. Quiet reigned once again. The hum of the clock ticking away on its spokes overruled the airways once more. "Silence is golden" I remembered Mr. Parr, my eight grade social studies teacher tell us. I smirked a bit, remembering how I made fun of him for that. Suddenly, as if a needle had petruded my train of thought, a careless whisper travelled to my earlobes. I turned around, glaring at Erik for talking to me while I'm thinking. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't him.
It was a girl by which me and Vickie call, the annoying one aka Alice. I've always wanted to see a monkey up close. Well, I had the opportunity today. Well, she's more of a squirrell, with the intelligence and brainpower to match. She and her buddies chit chatted
"What's the answer to number 6?" she quierred, loudly may I add.
"I don't know...but i think it's Boxer Rebellion" her friend answered, her voice echoing around the classroom.
Mr. Kline glanced up, awaking from his deep slumber of correcting his own test. "Must be hard to be him. With people like those girls, Max, Johnathon, and Sonia A. in his class" I sympathized in my head. I thought those girls were finished and I continued on with the test, blocking out the annoying twittering of the birds.
"Who's the guy who made Mexico independant?" the annoying one asked again, this time to her direct neighbor.
"I think it's this guy..." her friend pointed at the board, which was now occupied by a busy Kline writing out word boxes for us.
"Ohh..where's Burma located?" one asked.
"Up your ass, shitbrain." I retorted -- loudly.
I was now getting a bit over the angry line, the blood slowly trickling up to my face. I've never liked 4 types of people in my life -- 1) people who gets things they never deserve from people who actually deserve it [in this case, probably a good grade contrasting to me studying to get a good grade], 2) heavy drinkers 3) gamblers and 4) drug abusers. I turned around and told them to shut up...apparently they didn't hear, since they just continued to talk.
I am now skipping the Max incident. It's not worth it. He's just being his everyday jerk and he knows it. The test was over, the papers turned in into the stack. The notebooks collected, the stacked relaxed. I turned over to Erik and Sonia, I told them that cheaters were nothing more than morons, making sure my voice carried out to the great annoying ones ears. They remarked , half paranoid. "I didn't cheat!! I wanted to but I didn't!!". I told them that I know that, and that I'm not talking about them. I swivled in my seat until I made eye contact with them and I pretended to look perplexed. The bell rang, and saved them the humility of listening to me mess them up further.



and there's my wonderful story. All rights reserved. All true by the way.