Scale Ruler

Our feelings towards this object are dependent on hand it is in. It can vary from amusement and fun to pure terror and pain. I have never such a versatile school accessory in my entire life. (The eraser comes nowhere near)

Here comes dat boi
It is the unsung hero of our school days. Its elasticity gave you an initiative to your friends by flinging paper balls and nose boogers (I have a questionable childhood). Due to its long, straight and hard nature, it was perfect for making straight lines to mark segments of your bullshit answer so that it gets more marks than it actually deserves. Retrospecting, I have realised that it was never used for its actual purpose: measuring distances. I normally used my metal pencil box or set squares (the distant cousin) for the job because my ruler just disappeared from plain sight (It also suffers from teleportation issues like its sister, the eraser). Therefore, we ignore the ruler just like our weekly assignments and misplace it everywhere.

Coming to the terrifying part.

It is a weapon of destruction.

For abusive teachers, rulers are a match made it heaven. When they don't want to get their hand dirty, they resort to rulers. Normally, they have their poison on them, but occasionally they ask a student in the first row. If you are at the receiving end, HOPE THAT STUDENT DOESN'T HAVE A STEEL RULER. It leaves permanent marks.

This is equivalent to mousetrap for students 
I vividly remember in class 1 when one of MY teachers asked a student for a ruler (to punish a student, duh! ). He gave his plastic ruler reluctantly. The teacher didn't realise this, he gave it an all mighty swing and hit the metal part of the belt (tried to aim the butt). The ruler shattered spectacularly. One student cried while another sighed relief. Concludingly, the conservation of emotion was maintained that day.


Rating: 1/10

"1" looks like a ruler, doesn't it?

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