I walked into one the classrooms today and found, inscribed on the board in a child’s painfully careful cursive, in faint green marker:
Run, run, as fast as you can.
I don’t know how they learned this line. I can’t believe they’re studying the poem, so maybe it was just a secret message for me. Anyway, the randomness of it made my longest day go a little faster.
Fear and loathing in Harghita County
4 years ago
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I'm always surprised at the weird english graffiti tags around here and the weird sentences that come out of my students who can't conjugate /to be/. crazy.
Just an aside, last night julia was picking out her story languidly so I asked her which we were to read and she said, "Egy pillanat, program loading." It reminded me of your student...
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