I have the
weirdest journalism teacher ever. She gave out an assignment on
magazines today, requiring us to research the style, target audience, etc. of magazines in a certain
genre. With 45 minutes left in class, she decided that the best use of time would be for our whole class to go on a field trip to the local
Indigo store. However, some people had to be back at
school right at the end of class, and not everyone could drive, so only 3 of us ended up insisting on going. Somehow, we managed to convince her that we would make
good use of our time if we went and so she let us walk out of class 40 minutes early. Surprisingly enough, we actually went to the bookstore, but with a twenty minute stop at
Yogen Fruz for some
frozen yogurt.
I guess I should explain my teacher. She is the same woman who once ate chalk in class because I had made a sarcastic remark about how good it must taste with sugar (you had to be there). She bit right into the stick of chalk, licked her lips, tasted the chalk, then proceeded to eat the entire piece. So the fact that she let three of us wander the streets of Toronto under the guise of research is understandable...
... but it still made my day.