//Sloe pd 2 bio *Sam Lidz sneezes* Sloe: God bless your little heart! *Sam sneezes again* Sloe: Okay, that's enough...
//comparing Izzee and Sam's height Noam: Hmm I really can't tell who's taller. Bracklinn: Maybe it depends on how thick their soles are. //examine their shoes Noam: Yeah, I don't know whose soles are thicker. Bracklinn: Well, Isabella doesn't have a soul anyway, so it doesn't matter.
Sam: Hey Steven... Have you thought about making a YouTube channel for your lectures? Steven: No Sam: You should call it IQu.
Sam: Pham is why we can't have fire alarms
//Trying to pronounce "de Broglie" in math phys //Some things are spelled phonetically Jesse: I think it's de BRO-glee. Sam: I've also heard de BROY-lee and de BROY. Jesse: De BROY? Where's the G? Sam: It's French. French has a lot of silent letters. Anna: De BROY...like Detroy? Richard: What's Detroy? Anna: You know, the city. Jesse: Do you mean Detroit? Anna: Yeah, but the T is silent, isn't it? Everyone: No... Anna: I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time? Several people: Yes. Anna: But...in that Journey song...they say Detroy! It rhymes with "boy"! Sam: No. Just...no.
//Walking through the SAC on a Saturday morning for robo Abby: Why is it so dark in here? Sam: Because the lights are off... Peachey: It's mood lighting.
//Latin 1, practicing play Dexter: Ō Domitilla, vīta est dūra. //Falls over and mimes dying, falls on top of Henry //Almost immediately rolls over, crawls across the room, and pretends to be dead against the wall Dexter: Death spasms. Sam: Die passionately or I'll kill you passionately!
//Latin 1, Johnson has left the room, Dexter is speaking in a Scottish accent while practicing the play Sam: PASSION!! //Throws a tennis ball from the bottom of a chair at Dexter who then hides behind the projector cart Sam: PASSION!! //Throws another ball at Dexter, and it goes through a shelf in the cart and hits him Sam: Justin get me my passion balls!
//Seniors + Sam (a junior) playing Resistance in Rose's room at lunch //Everyone shows their cards; Sam is Mordred Noah (Oberon): OK, you played that one really badly. You're the assassin, so go ahead and choose someone to kill. You're totally incompetent, so it doesn't really matter. Sam: I choose to kill Brian. Brian Morris: Is that your final answer? Sam: Yes. Morris: Goddamit. //Reveals that he was Merlin, winning the game for Sam, Noah, and Josephine Noah: Um...well. That was actually pretty competent. Huh.
//Pd. 4 Analysis 1B, went something like this Stein: Kinjal! Go integrate that! //She's in a different period, so nobody moves Stein: Shivani! Whatever your name is! Go! (points at Urjita) Class: Do you mean Urjita? Stein: It's a half day! No time for names! Go! //she gets up and does the integral Stein: Now pass it off to someone else! Faster! //passes it off to Sam Stein: Urjita! Simplify that! //class laughs Stein: We don't have time for names! We're already behind! Now go! //Sam looks incredulous, but goes up anyway Stein: Now pass it along! Faster, Gabe! //hands it off to Alice Stein: Keep going, Sandeep! Quickly! //Alice takes the ln and hands off to Lara Stein (looking at Lara): Meghna! How do we solve for y? //This went on for a while, not once calling someone the correct name Stein (at the end of class): I'd like to spend the last minute of class apologizing to all of the ladies of Indian descent.