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A story, or how I am an evil, evil person
Nov. 22nd, 2005 08:06 pmA few weeks ago my cousin Annie came to visit me. She's the one who spends copious amounts of time in Spain, particularly Andalucia. She just came back from Sevilla and now is living pretty near where I do, biding her time until she can get an excuse to skip enough school to travel back there. I'm hoping the next time she does this she'll take me with her, as I have a passport, although not a lot of money.
Anyway, none of that actually has anything to do with my story. Rather, just with something my cousin always says before she tells me about Spain: "I really don't like making fun of people who are just learning English, because it is very hard." She then follows with a funny story about a guy who gets "tired" mixed with "retarded" and who mispronounces "Coke" as "cock."
Anyway, that doesn't have much to do with my story, which is actually about French, particularly my class today. Every week the teacher, a somewhat unpleasant lady, goes around the room and picks a kid who has to do an informal un-graded interview thing. They're real easy questions too, like how old are you, what do you look like, your favorite music, that sort of thing. We had a kid do it today who knows about as much French as my dog Lily, but he was trying (sort of), for which I give him credit.
I asked of him: "Est-ce que tu as une petite amie?"
His response: "Oui, j'ai un chien."
My response: *ded from laughter* I am so mean. Really. And immature.
Anyway, none of that actually has anything to do with my story. Rather, just with something my cousin always says before she tells me about Spain: "I really don't like making fun of people who are just learning English, because it is very hard." She then follows with a funny story about a guy who gets "tired" mixed with "retarded" and who mispronounces "Coke" as "cock."
Anyway, that doesn't have much to do with my story, which is actually about French, particularly my class today. Every week the teacher, a somewhat unpleasant lady, goes around the room and picks a kid who has to do an informal un-graded interview thing. They're real easy questions too, like how old are you, what do you look like, your favorite music, that sort of thing. We had a kid do it today who knows about as much French as my dog Lily, but he was trying (sort of), for which I give him credit.
I asked of him: "Est-ce que tu as une petite amie?"
His response: "Oui, j'ai un chien."
My response: *ded from laughter* I am so mean. Really. And immature.