A metaphorical whip utilized by historyteachers to destroy the lives of their students. Not to mention, the website builder is like trying to tell a blind and deaf person how to do calculus.
National History Day is a contest that is held annually in which students research a historical topic pertaining to a yearly theme. Then they must do a project on it in the form of a paper, a skit, a documentary, or a posterboard thing. The winner at nationals receives 1,000 dollars.
DUDE NATIONAL HISTORY DAY SUCKS AND WILL ROB YOU OF YOUR LIFE! Especially when your partner's a frickin idiot.
for some reason, historyteachers love forcing their students to participate in a random wacky holiday and spend like half the year on their projects
"The creation of my National History Day project came to me in a dream. Better classified as a nightmare, really. After I woke up, I knew I had to do a website. The other project mediums seemed more haunting and daunting. The only thing that made sense to me, the only rational decision after such a nightmare, was to build a website on the most difficult project maker. After all, if I could build a website on that, it would truly prove myself a proper historian. Using the website builder, I clawed and begged and howled to the computer screen for weeks, until coherent words formed, and this project was born."
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.