From A Hundred

This modern age you and I live in has updated and modified the way our teachers convey information to us. No longer are we tied down by the shackles of chalkboards; rather we use Power Point and other such computer programs to show students the Pythagorean Therum. A chalkboard may never break down in the middle of a class, but can the text from subsection A smoothly flow into the text of subsection B with circling formations and twinkly lights? Maybe, but it would involve a lot of running.

Every time I see a teacher attempt to lecture us on something using a display from a computer, I secretly hope that somehow, some way, pornography magically appears on the screen in front of everyone in the most embarresing way possible. A student opens up their e-mail to do their presentation on Parkinson's disease, and accidentally opens "pissmamas003.mpeg", shocking the class and letting us into the secret world they live after school is out. I guess I just immedietly associate computers with porn, as my computer is laced with evidence, so much so that I'm always wary about school assignments or even letting someone use my computer. But I do think it would be a glee to watch an entire class squirm from watching a teachers private butt-fuck sessions on a giant screen. At least it'd wake people up.