WARNING: BAD WORDS!
I was about to tell one of my students to fuck off, thinking that he was having some fun shaking my desk, when I noticed my expression - and my same intention - mirrored on his face. Then we both looked at the water dispenser and noted that the liquid surface was obviously swaying. So we calmly stood up and, elegantly and with style, keeping a cool head, without using the lift but gracefully flying over the stairs instead, we made a bolt for the exit.
By the way, while with self-assurance I was getting out of the building, fearing losses of memory due to belated panic attacks, remembering the precious lesson of Tom Thumb I decided to leave a trail of shit crumbs behind me. The following day I was still able to find my classroom without having to follow it but, as they say, one can never be too prudent.
I was about to tell one of my students to fuck off, thinking that he was having some fun shaking my desk, when I noticed my expression - and my same intention - mirrored on his face. Then we both looked at the water dispenser and noted that the liquid surface was obviously swaying. So we calmly stood up and, elegantly and with style, keeping a cool head, without using the lift but gracefully flying over the stairs instead, we made a bolt for the exit.
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