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#814 Up↑ /50 Down↓ [Report] 2009-11-12 22:22 EST
Mr. Kennedy: So, what do you think about this? Yes?
*Calls on student*
Student: Oh, I think...
*Drops something round from head*
Mr. Kennedy: Oh, what was that, a cupcake? See, that's why I don't want people eating in my class...
Student: No, it was this.
*Holds up a yarmulke*
Mr. Kennedy: Oh... Oh! OHHHH!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! -
#627 Up↑ /63 Down↓ [Report] 2009-06-11 16:59 EDT
Mr. Kennedy: The only thing I ever practiced for in my life was basketball.
Mr. Kennedy: I really wanted to get on the basketball team, so I practiced and practiced, every day after school for a semester.
Mr. Kennedy: Finally, I went to try out. Now, I wasn't in the best shape, so I knew I was on the edge.
Mr. Kennedy: I knew that I had to do something really impressive right then and right there if I wanted to make the team.
Mr. Kennedy: I got the ball, and instead of passing, I knew the only way I could impress the coach was if I shot a three-pointer right then.
Mr. Kennedy: So I got into the best position I could and shot.
Student: Did you make it?
Mr. Kennedy: It didn't even go in the right direction.
// Mr. Kennedy then explained that he never practiced for anything ever again. -
#332 Up↑ /69 Down↓ [Report] 2009-01-20 21:10 EST
// Mr. Kennedy writes the following notes on the board:
1. Iroquois
2. Makalooku
3. Sex
// Class begins to laugh, not sure what's going on
Mr. Kennedy: Jeez, you kids are so immature. I write this nonsense (pointing to 2) on the board and you all copy it down, but I wrote these three letters and you go crazy.
// Note: He left those notes on the board the remainder of the period and nobody was sure if we were actually supposed to copy them.
