That's it. I must found Greg McLeod's School of Bullshit. The world has need of my secrets; how to get away with not doing your homework (it's all in the wrist), how to hand things in late and make it the teacher's fault (if there is an out-box, slip it in and then get it back later-whoops, guess you forgot to mark that one), how to get a little more time (staple the "wrong second page" onto the first, then "realize your mistake" when you're done), how to fake going home (stay away from the upper halls, and before you go back, run around outside a little to get that realistic redness in your cheeks), when to simply not show up to class (when all else fails), and my latest lesson, which was "how to do an oral presentation without having researched...anything".
I probably would have done it, had I known it was due today, but as it were I had to present a 5-page report on the Bernoulli Brothers, calculus pioneers extraordinaire. So I walked out of class, and five minutes later was back with 10 pages of internet material, hot from the library printing presses. During the other presentations, I highlighted important bits with Herb's pen, then ad-libbed away. When we were done, Ms. Mann made me present it to the other half of the class, too, because my story happened to be slightly amusing. And now as I write my report, I wonder what emphasis to put on the words "Sorry, I forgot to give this to you yesterday."
3 comments:
i think you lied to me when you told me today that you only play people sometimes. i think you play people all the time. all. the. time.
but i still love you greg. because you're going to have a happy life :)
so that's why you're such a genius. you're a sly little mofo too!! props, props.
Thanks, and thanks. I am happy this morning, even though I had to run down the street in my boxers to answer the telephone at 7.
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