Chapter 15 I love school

Author: Death from Exhaust

Chapter 15 I love school

On Tuesday day, Bill handled most of the work that freshmen should do, such as learning textbooks, determining their own lockers and home classrooms, choosing classes, etc.

Public high school textbooks in the United States are basically free, but there is a qualifier "on-school", which means you get the textbooks you need for this semester at the beginning of each semester and return them at the end of the semester. If you don't pay it back, you will assume that you will buy this with money.

You have to pay for this textbook.

As for the locker, it is because Meigao implements a class system, and different classes are in different classrooms. Students find the corresponding classrooms to teach themselves, but the teacher does not move. In fact, the classroom where the class is also the teacher's office.

The home classroom is a study room after class. American high schools quickly completed all cultural courses from 8:00 to 3:00. After that, students should go to the club and go to the classroom of some teachers to receive care.

To accept it, but sometimes some students really need self-study, so there are large study rooms such as home classrooms.

At around 7 a.m. Wednesday, Bill and his sister Dorothy took the school bus together to go to school for class.

Until she sat on the school bus with her brother, Dorothy still looked incredible.

"Brother, I still think there is any misunderstanding in this, which makes you think that studying is a very happy thing."

She helped her big black-framed glasses and advised her heart: "Compulsory courses such as mathematics, history, foreign languages, and English writing are very difficult. You may think that I have good grades and are moved to school, but I always think you don't

Suitable for learning..."

Dorothy thought that his brother was suffering when he went to school, and the right way was to persuade him to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

But Bill didn't think so. He was just to make a bachelor's degree, or he would be useless to lose his time traveler's prescient information advantage.

His sister's fallacy annoyed him, so Bill asked, "Since you have studied American history, I'll ask you, how many black farm tools could the US president buy in 1803? What about now?"

Dorothy's excitement was suddenly interrupted, and she really didn't know the question her brother asked.

But she reacted quickly, "Do you know?"

Dorothy deeply believed that the brother who had dropped out of school just asked the question he had just said casually and had no answer at all.

"Of course I know. I want to test you!"

Bill knew that this was the sculpted post I read on the post bar before traveling through time. The poster seriously discussed how many black slaves could be bought for successive American presidents, and then came to the conclusion that the dollar inflation was very serious.

"I think you just don't know, just talk nonsense." Since my brother did not give the answer to this question, Dorothy felt that his brother was trying to deviate from the topic.

"If I tell the answer to this question, you must never question my decision about learning in the future, OK?" Bill was determined to use this to prevent his sister from pointing fingers at his study plan.

"No problem." Dorothy believed that the illiterate brother was just talking nonsense, "You tell me!"

"The annual salary of the president started in Washington was 25,000 US dollars, and it began to become 50,000 US dollars in 1873. The first decade of the 20th century turned into 75,000 US dollars. Ten years ago, the annual salary of the president became 75,000 US dollars.

Two hundred thousand dollars.”

The salary of the American commander has only increased five times, and by 1979, it has only increased four times, so it is very easy to remember.

"Back to my question just now, 1803 was the era of rapid expansion of cotton plantations. At that time, black farm tools were about 500 US dollars per piece, and the price of the first generation of farm tools from Africa was about 350 US dollars.

So at that time, the president could buy fifty farm tools an annual salary. Now, a $200,000 annual salary can only buy 0.01 farm tools like Simpson."

Simpson is a popular football player in the NFL and is an African-American. His status in the NFL is somewhat similar to Chamberlain in basketball.

However, Xia Guo readers' biggest impression of Simpson may be the famous Simpson murder case.

Bill said slowly in Dorothy's shocked and embarrassed look: "So you know how serious the inflation of the dollar is!"

Telling jokes about hell and deducting electronic merits.

But Bill doesn't care about deducting merits, because he is now under God's jurisdiction.

Dorothy turned his head slightly, glanced at him from left to right, and confirmed that there were no African-American classmates nearby, and then he whispered to his brother: "Okay, I know you know this history, but can you stop talking about it in this situation again.

Do you know this?..."

At this moment, a white high school student in the front row suddenly turned around and stared at Dorothy, "What's wrong with this kind of thing? I think what your brother said makes sense and also increases my understanding of history.

. ""

He glared at Dorothy, then smiled and blinked at Bill, stretching out his right hand, "My name is John, can I be your friend?"

Bill stretched out his right hand, held it hard on John's white and fat hand, and shook it twice.

"Of course, my name is Bill. If you have time, we will discuss that history together, the decades of Americans' aggressiveness, pioneering territory, and creating great causes."

This John looks very much like Matt Damon, a Hollywood star in his previous life. He is just a low-end obese version. Judging from his words and deeds, he is probably a white supremacy racist.

By chance, Bill likes to tell hell jokes to such people.

"OK."

Anyway, when they were on a school bus, they would not have to worry about the chance to touch each other in the future, so they looked at each other and smiled and sat down obediently.

Dorothy was disturbed by her brother's dismay and planned her brother's study route. She happened to be busy preparing various materials and applying for college, so she was quiet all the way.

After arriving at school, the pace of life has accelerated a lot.

Since American teachers have permanently owned the profession after two years of employment, they cannot be fired unless they are major crimes, which means they have a golden rice bowl. Therefore, many teachers only teach in class, head up or to the lectern, and put everything they should say

Finished.

As for what the students below are doing, they don’t care.

In this kind of class atmosphere, if you want to learn knowledge, you have to keep remembering the knowledge points your teacher has taught, because after passing this village, there is no store, the teachers will not tell you a second time.

Moreover, there are only about five minutes between each class. You have to go to the locker to get the textbooks for the class, and you have to find the classroom for the next class, so that Bill, who came here for the first time, can run smoothly.

Fortunately, he had the experience of taking classes in college. One morning, he finally felt like bathing in the ocean of study.

Fort Hamilton High School, also known as Toad High School, is a university with more than 1,000 students in school. Therefore, lunch is divided into diversion systems, with 9th grade, 10th grade, 11th grade, and 12th grade going to the cafeteria to have a meal at 20 minutes apart.

In twenty minutes, twelve or three minutes passed after the meal, and the remaining six or seven minutes were about to be finished. This was really hard for Bill, the big eater.

The lunch was quite rich, and the white chicken was enough for America, so it was naturally a burger, fried chicken legs and carbonated drinks, and the side dishes were the favorite broccoli of Americans. Boiled in white water, so add some tomato sauce.

Although Bill finished his meal at the specified time, he was still worried about his future stomach. In the next few years, lunch would be very similar.

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