Now that Iām graduating from college, Iām remenissing about High school and earlier college. Hereās a good memory from my senior year of high school.Ā
Due to me moving in between Sophomore and Junior year, my class schedule was always fucked up so I always the upperclassman in the underclassman classes. I had AP world history, a Sophomore class, as a senior. So, I never really talked to anyone in my class and kept to myself and hung out with the teacher a lot. (Side note: She was super chill, and always let me do any group project by myself because she knew I was uncomfortable with working with people). One of our assignments was to label every single country on the map, with major bodies of water. While it was time consuming looking up every thing, it honestly wasnāt that hard of an assignment. She gave us only 3 days to do it. Most of the kids in my class were friends, and they were also friends with the other class period (In hawaiāi, or at least my school, the AP kids were like the top tierĀ ācool kidsā for some reason). So, a week after the assignment was due, our teacher stormed into the classroom. She said that only 3 people had gotten credit on our assignment, so Iām sweating bullets (because thatās just the type of person I am). Apparently, there was over 15 kids that had copied the maps of each other out of the two 10 kid classes. How did she know this, considering that the whole point of this exercise was to look up the map? Well, apparently one of the people that gave their answers wrote down Pongolia instead of Mongolia. When she said this out loud I burst into laughter, and I couldnāt stop myself. She sighed and asked me to collect myself in the courtyard. She loved me as a student, and she was so nice. Fucking Pongolia. What idiots.Ā
