9CatMom wrote:
.I hated those times at school when there was "dead time," with no academic learning going on.
Exact reason I quit band, even though I otherwise had a passion for it. The percussion section was like a zoo - you had to fight for the good parts, be a dominating male, be the stereotype... - and we only played for forty-five out of 90 minutes, the rest being left for socialization.
I find that teachers in North Carolina are much better at teacing the entire period than Rhode Island teachers, who probably taught for seventy out of ninety minutes on average.
I'll end up in those situations scribbling "why am I here?" on whatever paper is at hand, or beginning some piece of pointless writing. Today I began a short story about the cultural significance of Chick-Fil-A in suburban North Carolina while the rest ofthe class was doing some stupid group assignment in their God-awful friend groups...