#2374

1010

Oct. 19, 2010, 12:51 p.m.

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Whitacre: So think of someone you'd like to have sex with. Student: DUCKS! //laughter etc Whitacre: See that'd be the perfect job for you: a petting zoo!

#2378

1010

Oct. 19, 2010, 6:28 p.m.

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Mr. Stephens: God created DNA! (See note)

#2418

1010

Oct. 26, 2010, 11:14 p.m.

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Ms. Roberts: Let's try that again, low brass. Julian: You mean the LOAF brass? Kathryn: Just like your solo just now was a so-LOAF? I think that makes you Julian Loafton. //(his actual name is Lofton)

#2427

1010

Oct. 28, 2010, 12:46 a.m.

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Pham: From the sun...what the next planet? Students (laughing): Don't do Science Bowl, Mr. Pham! Pham: What is it, next planet after the sun? Students (still laughing): Mercury! Pham: What the next planet after that, Mars? I don't remember any of thing like that! (Students die of laugher)

#2458

1010

Oct. 30, 2010, 2:46 p.m.

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//during the "who do you want to have sex with"... Whitacre: Okay, so the next one someone said was "Drake", let's get that up on the board... //one of the images is of Sir Francis Whitacre: See, Sir Francis Drake, he's hot!

#2460

1010

Nov. 2, 2010, 9:36 a.m.

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Kaluta: Technical skills go first. That means put out your testicle. Class: -awkward silence, then some awkward laughter- Kaluta: Ummm yeah TEST your TECHNICAL skills. That was almost a slip...

#2485

1010

Nov. 5, 2010, 5:35 p.m.

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Pham: Where is Shirley? He got my blowtorch and he ran away!

#2503

1010

Nov. 7, 2010, 7:59 p.m.

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Pham: Hey, I been drinking cough medicine for fun time last night!

#2535

1010

Nov. 16, 2010, 4:39 a.m.

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//a sub didn't show up to cover pd 2 english Verdejo: We have someone on the way. Can I trust you to not cause trouble while you're waiting? ...are you seniors? Class: Yes Verdejo: Oh heck no I can't trust you! I leave you alone and you'll be having a party up on the desks!

#2565

1010

Nov. 17, 2010, 7:42 p.m.

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Pham: This is ridic-lus. I could not believe it; it ridic-lus! (pause) Oh my god, this is ridic-lus. (pause) This is extreme ridic-lus! //after observing a student kneeling down to polish floor tiles soon to be tread upon by ARNE DUNCAN ZOMG