I'm sure you're all waiting with bated breath to hear what happened at my meeting today with the dreaded Dr. C (and if you're not, pretend you are). So here goes:
First of all, I've been talking to some other students who have taken Dr. C's classes, and not a one of them liked him. In fact, the usual response is, "Dr C? Oh, I hate him!"
I was worried about this meeting mostly because teachers always start off with the same question. "Do you feel that you're getting everything out of the class that you should?" That is a very dangerous question because if you say no, you end up having to make weekly appointments with the teacher. And if you say yes, the teacher says, "Really? How so?" and you have to make up some kind of answer that sounds like you actually care about the class and didn't sign up for it against your will, kicking and screaming.
I was also worried because this is a discussion class, which means I'm actually supposed to participate in class by talking and arguing about the material instead of sitting there counting down the seconds until class is over. And you should hear some of the stuff my class discusses! Oy vey! I knew that he was going to tell me that in the future, I'm going to have to participate in the discussions.
Any way, so my dad and I were discussing how I was going to get around all this, and we decided that if I distracted him somehow, I could get out of answering some questions. So I tried to think of something I could carry into his office and set on his desk that would distract him. Pretty good plan, huh? And what better way to distract somebody than with a decoy?
So I borrowed my mom's new birthday duck decoy. I carried it around with me on the bus, to my art class, and all around school. Then at 2:00, I dragged myself over to his office and knocked on the door...
He wasn't there. I waited for five minutes and he didn't show up. I asked the guy in the office next door if he knew where Dr. C. was. He said, "I'm not really sure. It's not my day to watch him." Then the guy in the office kitty corner said, "The last I saw him, he was on The Fifth Floor."
I don't know what happened, but if The Fifth Floor is involved, it could be anything. I didn't wait around. I just took my duck and went home.
The end.