FARMVILLE- A SAGA!

My mom is a farmville addict and she plays day and night. I want to dedicate this post for her. Its something I came across in a website.


Bum­ble has grown tired of Far­mville re­quests on Face­book. Every time he logs into Face­book some­one wants him to help la­bor on a farm, or send them a cow. Bum­ble ad­mits, Far­mville looked cool for a sec­ond. Hey Bum­ble even tried it for a day too. Here is how it turned out…



Bumble even had a migrant worker on his farm and still got bored really quick. Why? Because it’s not REAL! It will not save the environment, ease world hunger, make you less sad, or bring him back to you.

As a public service to Infidel Nation, Bumble has made some subtle posters you can share with your Farmville addicted friends that need an intervention. Feel free to pass them along…









My mom is a farmville addict and she plays day and night. I want to dedicate this post for her. Its something I came across in a website.

A BAD DAY AT SCHOOL

We all have those bad days in school when nothing goes right. The teacher that looks at only the students sitting in the front seat catches you snoozing at the last and farthest seat in class. The homework that you finally did is unbelievably eaten by the dog and the teacher doesn’t believe your story. The teacher catches you yawning, eating, drinking or doing ANYTHING other than concentrating in class. If these incidents happen to you, I consider it an unlucky day. A bad day is a bit different. Fate just shows its bad side to you and you just stand there helpless.







INCIDENT I-
I am a good student and I like to say it too (=D). Last class I received my economics test paper with the highest mark in class- 19.5/20. Of course I was happy. But I am not so sure that the teacher was pleased much. Looked like she didn’t want to give me the marks, but she was helpless because I had written everything correctly. So according to the usual practice, we are supposed to get the test paper signed by our father. Not mother. ONLY father. My school faculty thinks that fathers are sterner (I didn’t know STERNER was a word) towards our marks. Thankfully it’s the other way round in my house. My mother is strict and my father is the kind that says “Things will get better. Try again.” Though I knew I had to get my paper signed, I kept lagging it on till the time I went to bed. I got the highest mark in class. I didn’t have to be worried about anything.




Just like every other story goes, I ended up forgetting to get the signature from my father. During economics period, I informed the teacher about my forgetfulness and she told me not to misuse the freedom given to me and that I should get it signed by the next day. That was it. Teachers are always in a good mood towards good students. I happily returned to my seat. Then the trouble started. Six students had not done their correction work and had not gotten the book signed. Two among them who had terrible failed, were copying they correction work from someone else’s notebook. Seeing this, the teacher just flew into a rage. She, one of the sweetest teachers we know, got really angry because the students were copying their work and not doing it themselves. She went out of the class and into the Madam’s room. Madam, let me capsule it for you, is the kind of person that you just don’t want to meet on a good day. She came back to class saying that she had clear instructions from the Madam to not seat any of the “incomplete” students in the class. That included me as I did not get my paper signed. Imagine how shocked I was when I was made to stand outside the class along with the others! Highest mark in the class and there I was standing outside, punished. The time spent outside the class was 70% of fun as I had my very close (FUN) friends along with me. But I felt really bad in missing the class because the only reason I could keep up my mark in class was due to the concentration I gave in class.





INCIDENT II-
Our monthly tests were going on and we had the Accountancy monthly test in the first two periods. Having prepared so well, I was shocked to find the test tough. I somehow managed to finish it off before the teacher snatched it away. Dissatisfied, the classes continued. In the last period, the teacher returned the test note books. She had corrected easily as according to her, I quote, “There is nothing to correct”. Ignoring all my expectations, I had flunked. I got an F in accountancy even after all that preparation - My first failure in my two years in the new school. I was on the verge of tears. I was pissed, I was angry, I was nauseous, and I just wanted to scream. How would I get my father to sign the paper?




INCIDENT III-
Our third period was computer science and we were waiting for the teacher to come to class. We have rule that we aren’t allowed to go outside the class unless accompanied by a teacher. Weird? Definitely! The teacher comes by and asks us to be quiet for 2 minutes as she had some important work to complete. We ignored her request and started making a lot of noise. We are students after all! What do you expect from us? Anyways, the teacher returns to the class and finds us making a level of noise not acceptable by her. She starts shouting at us on how rude and misbehaved we are. She was hurt and she was taking it out on us. She made this girl in my class stand up and kept asking her why she didn’t listen to the teacher. Her response surprised me. She said, “Sania and Greeshma were making noise too.” I dramatically turned my head at her and mentally said an “EFF YOU BIATCH” (Hey, I don’t swear usually). Her response to all the other questions asked by the teacher was pretty much the same. Though I had the anger in me then, I chickened out from confronting her I just didn’t want to risk the thin bond of friendship we shared.




I feel like an irritating 7th grader complaining about her school day. I usually don’t have days like this. But the flunking really got to me I guess.