Last year I was fascinated by the battle of circle vs square in our staff room. Neither were conscious of the battle but it existed and represented something more universal.
There are those who will always seek to drive us to a perfect order, and have even in the course of history submitted to evil to see that this order is attained. These are the squares. They are relentless. They cannot make jokes. There are also those who understand that order is important but also imaginary, and should never become inhuman or completely inflexible. They are often funny. Sometimes the squares wonder why the circles are laughing; sometimes the circles wonder why the squares aren't.
Our chief square has left. He made a speech. It was a serious speech, but the circles laughed. The chief circle even laughed out loud (and felt bad about it later). That battle is over, but the war will go on.
I am a circle with the perfect exterior of a square.
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Can I please be a dodecahedron?
Hey, I've just blown your picture up. The New Zealand Curriculum is what we used to refer to as an oblong (a quaderlateral where A=C and B=D).
I'll go back and check the book under the slippers now.
Wow! Standing on the bible! You can be the head, I'd be proud just to be an arm!
That's circle talk.
Are you trying to be funny?
It's a picture of the chief square (former) you idiot. Don't you recognise him?
"Some people talk about dreams but I can't talk about that because I think you should live by one rule: OBEY GOD."
"Tossing and turning in bed I finally hit on what I'd like to talk about. The new curriculum." [Guffaw from a member of the audience.]
Any of this sound familiar? You were probably falling asleep in the band pit, or wondering what frill to play in the national anthem.
Look, I got it straight off. I'm not as silly as I look! I was studying the composition of the picture... some of it required 'close ups'. Anyway, I don't think the shoes are right, Mr Powley!
I need to talk to you in the time out room on Monday.
Sorry. I was sucked in by your silly exterior.
But I don't have any sensible shoes that size.
I don't know where the Time Out room is anymore. It's been taken over by the circles.
Incorrect, the squares are well in control... I mean, why would they expect a chap with wonky legs to go up and down two sets of steps to get to his room?
That would be called making an exception. First you let people crippled by pain get off easy, then it's music teachers wanting a door to their room, Social Studies teachers wanting unlimited coloured pencils and all hell will break loose. It's just simpler to say no exceptions. Actually, I've been thinking of giving wonky leg man a "You missed your duty" slip to see if I can send him back to hospital with a cardiac arrest.
Always choose a duty that's in an area that includes your room, then you're always on duty.
Old music teachers' trick.
oh, and always be wary of a DP with 'two front names'.
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